The beauty and tragedy of a falling star is that its flight is a rush of life and light while its ending will no doubt be disastrous and dark. A falling star is the epitome of the fleeting nature of humanity. Light and dark. Here and gone. Notice me before I fizzle and die. Notice me before you blink.

E. Lorn

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