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dimming of expectancy | dimming of expectancy

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I have yet to see a shooting star, here, in this most beautiful place. Believe me, I have tried. So many years of standing out beyond the porch door looking up in search of one, a dart of light, a graceful zoom into the abyss of the heavens.   I have wished it. Begged it to happen. Nights when...