One night some years ago, though I remember it as though I were still there, I lay in a green field, marveling as I have so often done before at the heavens of the night when I beheld a wonder.A single star seemed to have loosed from it's place and streaked a line through the constellations as it fell as though it were a pen traced by the hand of a god. Though you might think I was overjoyed to see such a thing, instead I was grief stricken, for the miracle was barley perceived before it had vanished, and with nothing to record it became nothing more than memory. A memory for all those who had born witness to it. But no one had born witness, except for me, I was alone.It broke my heart that one of heaven's children should have perished in such a brilliant (if brief) display with none but myself to mark its passing. But I have since come to understand that my lonesome experience that night was not a curse but a blessing, an honor that my memory should be the book in which this story is written forever. I still see that same starry sky ever night and to the loneliest of those under that sky, I would share this story so that you may know how lucky you are.
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I'll bet you thought that since I was at BLFC this weekend that I wouldn't have the time to write anything. That's why I wrote this a few days in advance so that I could upload this and still have plenty of time for the convention.

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