The Lost Star 

One day, a day of good weather, the great sun, as golden as a pear, as ripe as a grapefruit, as heavy with light as a young mother with child, noticed a saint swimming in the shallows by the shore of eternity, enamoured with her light and blessing her radiance, form and abundance. In an instant, she struck him blind. The swimmer lamented, crying out: My star, star that I love most, star who outshines all stars, you will not shine for me. Without you, I am drowned. 


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