As the moon emerges from behind the curtain of night, the universe has once again whispered at each of us, revealing her secrets to those poised to listen. Sometimes, when we race through the hours, counting the number of emails weighing heavily in our inbox in lieu of the number of stars that grace the blackened horizon, we fail to hear her verbal letters. She pokes at us delicately and delightfully, perhaps laced with some playfully mischievous intent, waiting to see if we smile back.


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