We Laughed When You Were Born
( Photography by David von Diemar - found here ) On the hill where God provides I dreamt the sky full of glow-in-the-dark stars glued to the ceiling — a crescent moon, a bursting comet, Saturn’s rings. Can you see it, child? Point to the moon, connect the stars. What did you find? A belt? A bear? Or, maybe a spoon? Can you see it, child? The sticks, the thicket, the ram caught by its horns? Child, count the stars, count the sticky stars. ~Tommy Welty
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