sky

I sit here under the quiet of Michigan skies, a night of pause before a weekend of freelance. The stars are something I miss in the city. The vastness of space splayed out before the mind like an unraveling tapestry of exaggerated ambition.

The hub of life here in this place is tiny. So small I could fit it on my hard drive, an image of stillness and retreat.

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