Wandering Constellation

A spark, a first star. She is so tender, my fingers sink into her touch.
She is pure crystal white.
She is the way the constellations form in the night.
Galaxies burn bright, her grace and all consuming laughter overwhelms me.
Her night sky is vast;

Every corner goes on eternally.

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