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"Under the Milky Way" by Steve Jurvetson, Creative Commons
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I wished I wasn’t lost, and the gravity of memory pressing down on us with its pinholes of light showed me a path. I wished the Midwest didn’t pull me back to the center, and that when I found myself in your arms, they were enough. I wished a star would fall, a sign. I wished that however long I waited on this star—a moment or millennium—its burning light held meaning.
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