Enough fog this morning to look directly at it. 93 million miles away and it’s as large in the sky as the Moon at a quarter million miles. A million Earths would fit in it. Every atom in our bodies was made in the very center of such a star. Amazing how literally acurate the myths are when the say we are it’s children. Who will be our Sun’s children? What will they do, who will they be, how will they feel? If digital is eternal will one of them happen to read this? I wonder if he’ll wonder how I felt just at this moment. Or is that moment and that one, and all the same?
My message? I think about you.
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