I slept "like a stone," or like that vast stone-shaped building, the planetarium. No dreams I can remember: the dark unbroken blue on which the stars will take their places, like bright sheep grazing the sparse sky. The night I share with others is cloudy as if it were groggy from snowing. On the plains, the lights of Longmont waver. I begin to re-invent my life, turning on lights, grinding some coffee beans -- French roast, dark enough to shine. The kettle sends up its flume of steam. The material world is always swirling away. Six hours ago I lay down so tired I slept through an evening I`d have given to basketball and friends. A snow as dry as confectioners` sugar has stopped. I take my dog for a walk over the sifting fields. To him it`s not midnight. It`s dark and snow smells like the air it`s fallen through.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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