Dust of the Stars
I am fascinated by the relative agelessness of so many things that, to us, are entirely “of the moment”. The endless progression of water in all its forms across our globe, the marvelous transmutations of the very air we breathe and, in this case, the light of the stars as it reaches us. A flashing waterfall, a breath, a moment’s glimpse in a dark nig…
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