The dirt.
The stars.
Nearing midnight in late summer.
A glimpse, fleeting thought, of that person I was.
Standing on the patio lost in the sky, wondering what else is there.
Feeling I did not fit here, did not belong, hoping there is a home out there, beyond the stars.
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