It is a strange thing.
Every day heralds its end with darkness that envelops our world.
It is in this quiet and when the night is as clear as glass that stars resemble glittering diamonds.
I fix my gaze on star after star and sometimes I see it oscillate.
More usually stars twinkle or glisten.
But no matter where in the world I am,
I notice a star that moves.
Up or down or around it goes like a bee on a search for nectar and pollen.
A journey outlined in dramatic contrast for all to see, yet few do.
I wonder why?
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