it was as if she and the sun had become one. as it helped some grow and guided others out of the dark, so did she. as it welcomed itself this morning with a colorful array, i dare say she was brighter. the only difference between the two being her light doesn't die at sundown, at dusk she becomes a firefly. a little bit of light in everyone's dark. a guide through the even the hardest and darkest of nights. i will always be grateful for this light in my life. i don't know if i could go on if it ever went out.
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creating constellations
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