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My three friends and I lie on soft grass atop a hill,

Each one of us facing a different way:

North, south, east and west.

The vanilla moon imbues us with a calming light.

As stars flicker, teasing us with promises far away,

I attempt to grab a few and hold them in a clenched fist.

But as I open my hand I know they remain in place,

Winking back at me as they’ve done countless times before.