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Stars

Star gazing – it is a beautiful past time. It’s hard to believe something can be so beautiful yet so far away … and when you get up close to an actual star their appearance is completely different

I like to think we are stars

Each one of us is unique and although you think certain things about each one of us – once looking up close you notice something completely different

Another thing that I notice while star gazing is the number

Sometimes there are very few stars out while at other times there are way too many to count

In life I truly think you go through periods – one: being alone (but not completely) and two: with your love (of many shapes and forms)

You also seem to get less or more opportunities in life depending on the people you know

If you know few then you tend to get less events available to you but if you know numerous amounts of people, more events seem to appear

That’s another thing about star gazing and life – they are both unpredictable (for the most part)

Shooting stars are always a surprising bonus when looks at the night sky – it allows you to make a wish of another surprising bonus to occur in the day light

They are magical in their own way just as we have a little magic in us too

I like to think we are stars – a magical wonderment that allows for brightness while the rest of the world is dark

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