It still lingers, the long night, as I keep waiting for the sun to climb up higher into the sky each day. Spring will come, I know that, and yet as evening stretches its tendrils across the ceiling above, I wonder to whom the stars whisper, to whom do they beckon, whose voices are those that I hear attenuated across the parsecs, calling me, inviting me to wander deeper into the vast darkness.

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