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| Shimmering, it seemed alive... |
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| At first the erratic glow seemed other worldly... |
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| Maybe a dimensional shift, a gap in the fabric of the universe... |
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| The refraction of light in just such a way off my brimming bowl as I watered my potted plants... |
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| ...and the dapple of shade mixing with the light. I had never experienced in quite this way in this location. It was unexpected, unplanned, and treasured. A few moments of the refracting light having journeyed over eight light minutes through space to the earth as it reached a peculiar point in the summer sky, playing tag with the neighboring house's ridge line and leaves moving slightly in the wind. |
