working outside, the bridge wreathed in deep purples and golds, colors that if combined in paint would yield mud instead displayed for a limited time in the sky. on my way home, the scene moved quickly, clouds flitting by and cavorting in the changing light until the curtain set silently and the lights began to wink on revealing the liquid ameoba and its manifold connective appendages below.

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star baby by jote [Waldorf schools make star babies to give to children on their birthdays]

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