A change.
A sense of a formed distance, a conscious gap in an endless continuity.
The glitter of his stars that reminded me the three stars on my nursery classroom wall.
They were replaced with a three headed lion. Like grey wisp had.
I missed the glitter, I missed the stars that once filled an endless continuity of an endless beginning.
The crazy way a kind word had lit stars within.
A vacuum, like some starless night.
Perhaps it was just that we refused to see the stars in a nameless sky and so missed to recreate the stars that filled a bond once.
Or just that a starlit sky lost itself among shrouds of cloudy doubts.
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