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| Edited by DelicateDeer at 2018-7-15 23:24 
 
 Interstellar I remember
 the first time
 I saw stars.
 
 I was just
 a young city girl
 slowly making her way
 to the patio door, sliding
 the glass just so,
 making it seem that the sliver of space
 between the door and the wall
 was handcrafted for her figure.
 
 The summer air hugged her tightly
 as she made her way outside.
 Her bare feet danced
 upon the wooden floor, elevated
 from what seemed to be lightyears above
 the grass below.
 
 The creak of a plastic chair
 is familiar to her as she pulls it out,
 as her world has been nothing
 but plastic and concrete,
 and risks untaken,
 such as climbing trees,
 for falling would leave you
 in the cold grasp
 of brick.
 
 The girl goes to take a seat, yet
 as she stands, she observes
 the ballet of the fireflies,
 their pirouettes taking them higher
 and higher,
 'till they're nearly tickling the trees,
 and brushing against her hand.
 
 She becomes mesmerized,
 as her aunt's backyard
 is now the lightning bugs' theatre.
 A lightshow of bioluminesence
 surrounds her,
 as the dozens upon dozens
 continue to dance into the night.
 
 Then, she sees it,
 A clear sky, to her
 it is something out of movies, no- photoshop.
 At first, she can't even appreicate
 the glittering sky before her,
 as disbelief fogs the lens of her eye.
 
 Yet alas,
 through the leaves of the towering trees,
 she can't deny it.
 In that moment, she is no longer
 simply a straight-A student, a girl
 with two braids, a plain jane
 with brown hair and brown eyes.
 
 She is stardust, just like all else
 within the galaxy that is held before her eyes.
 Her heart is the radiance
 of the glimmering balls of gas & fire
 that smile back at her in the distant sky,
 with her heart's beat matching
 the rhythm of the fireflies' masquerade.
 
 "You like them too, don't you?" a voice
 shatters the moment,
 bringing her back down
 to where a bunch of insects
 are simply buzzing around the patio.
 
 My aunt, an escapee
 of the concrete jungle,
 smiles to me. "Crazy, isn't it?
 You don't get stuff like that
 back in New York."
 
 "Yeah,"
 I smiled back,
 the reflection of the stars still piercing
 my eyes that now illuminated
 with wonder,
 "Crazy."
 
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