I guess it must be telling me something about this country I live in when the fact that my car won't start, for reasons mysterious, makes me realize just how very alone I could be.
There's a strong cold wind from the south tonight, and the skies are black and clear. I squint in the cold, gazing up at Orion and Taurus, the Seven Sisters, and try to let my eyes take in all those stars I can see when it's winter like this, the ones that glisten like dewdrops on a spiderweb, so many, many more than I can possibly know are there.
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