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We pulled back the sky to look for the star that you were in my womb. I found you, you found yourself unsteady firmament and you started to untie the future. Each knot was a question and the dusk hushed solemnly before your hope and my fears. A fugitive star, a constellation in symphony or a great light in your circular destiny: we were you and I, my son, searching for the star that you were in my womb. |