The stars burn, sing and shout

Home again! Huge relief. Reliving the good life. Live life again. Love again.
Love to live for the very first time.
This is the one utterly and completely impossible thing to keep under my hat, to hide under a bushel, to fool myself into believing, or pretending it hasn’t happened.
Do the stars cowl themselves in darkness and doubt?
Not bloody likely!

They burn, they sing and they shout

“It’s what we are all about!!!”

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