A Bright Refusal
One star grips the night. I stand where darkness kisses the earth, cold climbing into me. The other stars move on. The moon sheds its silver skin. Morning tilts skyward. Trees lift into their shapes. Birds test the air. The star stays, a single syllable of light, refusing to fade. Something in me leans. When it dims, it does not fall. It slips into blue, choosing its moment to become unseen. I stand, lit from inside. Still here. I choose…
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May 24, 2026
