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One late summer afternoon
As the stars waited patiently
Behind a deep cobalt sky,
I took my usual suburban walk,
Up this hill, down that hill,
Past tiny lawns and tidy gardens,
Till I stopped, and imagined the stars
Behind the sky, waiting,
Then took a deep breath and went on.
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