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Talk with the stars. Part 1

So i am sitting in the roof the only house thats giving me shelter at this time of night. And while sitting in the shade of night, i try to connect with the sky, the star studded wonder having shades of blue and red, an indication that the big star is still out there waiting for its time to outshine the others. When i look straight up i see the north star vibrating around its axis trying to tell me something i persume, important. So i stare at it, in the hope that i will be able to impress the stardusts. Now the star smiles, a smile i was familiar with. The smile it always gives when it has to argue with me. And by the scenerio i knew what the topic is going to be.
It seemed to tell me, 'look at this beauty, the beauty in which am embedded. The black blank space is afterall not that blank,aint it? chuckles
'come over here, there can be no bigger joy than existing in the midst of miracles '
I smiled, my usual. The star frowned, thinking what better argument i could have.
I told ' we both know that ultimately at one point i am going to return back to my home, our home.  So sister i know you miss me, you miss the beautiful mystery of existing in The Earth. We both know that our home is perfect. No comparison. But i equally know that our father sent us to Earth to complete a prophecy and he aint gonna call us back until we finish it. You have fulfilled yours. Now its my turn. Even i want to go home but i love the beauty of this place too. Its a beautifully designed and sculpted miracle. I cant tell you how wonderful it is. Take care,
With love,
Your sister.
I chuckled.

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