The nights are getting cold with no insulation from the clouds. I'm sick of the sun burning them. Day after day they deal with that. It is a shame.
I could see the usual constellations tonight because of the solar destruction. I watched a red-eye flight blink its way south. The 7 Sisters had a friend over for a few seconds but something went wrong and the guest became a red-blinking soup in the Big Dipper.
The story changed and to me the plane became a fickle star who is sick of her man. The emotion was in the flashing lights. I wish I could have warned her. A star moving that fast burns up fast, or it hits the ground and destroys the dinosaurs.
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