The summer sky at night
is endless,
black and full of stars.
I sit on the deck
alone, dreaming new
constellations.
Finger to the darkness
connecting the dots
over and over
until I see your face-
and I always do
see your face.
-Michelle M. Buchanan
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Cmdr. Joseph Acevedo
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Very touching!
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