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The black birds outside of my window are flying around in circles, in a pack, each time moving upward during the arc of the circle farthest from me. Occasionally they spread out in a starburst pattern, somehow reforming the pack within a few brief moments, despite the chaotic form. As the last few minutes have passed, the air has darkened with the setting of the sun and it is becoming more difficult to distinguish the birds from the night sky, but I know they are still there. I can perceive a hint of their presence, like a flicking shadow against a black curtain. Are we like these birds, breaking form, moving up and away, just to fall again into place? What is it we are meant to discover in the patterns of our night sky? When will daybreak finally arrive and what will be the first sound that breaks the silence and brings the world back to life? On this quiet Sunday morning, who will be the first to lift the sun back into the sky?
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Maybe you can find somewhere quiet to sit and think about emergence.
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Asterisk 8, 12:07 PM
Asterisk 8, 12:07 PM
