Tonight Sharon invited Darryl and I to another pizza party and we readily accepted. The night was just as wonderful as nights at Sharon's always are, but when the conversation turned to politics between pizzas and the ethics of beating children, I began to sip my wine a little more quickly and look around and what I discovered was remarkable: stars.
Stars in Nantes! I've been trying to look for them since I first came here and yet even still I can't remember ever seeing one for - save for those few instances when I asked people if something in the sky was a star or a plane, never was I given a definitive answer. But tonight there were definitely stars above Sharon's. They were not the stars I'm used to in the King William night. No, here they seem smaller and as if they don't burn as brightly.
But still stars are a triumph. And so it came that I sipped my wine and watched the stars.
Stars in Nantes! I've been trying to look for them since I first came here and yet even still I can't remember ever seeing one for - save for those few instances when I asked people if something in the sky was a star or a plane, never was I given a definitive answer. But tonight there were definitely stars above Sharon's. They were not the stars I'm used to in the King William night. No, here they seem smaller and as if they don't burn as brightly.
But still stars are a triumph. And so it came that I sipped my wine and watched the stars.
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