Last night, under pure, open sky with no city lights–the Milky Way a sprinkled band across the crown of the heavens–I was welcomed into an old friend’s arms.
He said softly, “Here we are, falling stars, that have landed right here, right now.”
Little bits of awaring light, recognizing the other as the same.
Precious.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
the heart of the matter 
Ah! You’re back! …..and under Crestone’s spacious skies.
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Ah! You’re back…and, under Crestone’s spacious skies
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Nice to see you back. Did your son get moved okay?
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Yes, although he is having a very hard time. Painful to see kids suffer.
Thanks for asking, Leigh.
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Precious!
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It was Elias, bless his heart!
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This made me smile and warmed me knowing you are having such connections.
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And it was Elias…
Love
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