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The Stars

When I was a small child, I can remember my dad's appreciation of all things outdoors. He loved the woods and lakes and all wildlife that surrounded.  He found beauty in each snowflake, treasured the fresh air that could only be found in country living and turned to God's creation to supply for our needs.

Dead Stars

Are stars really our dead loved ones? ***** Perhaps, the galaxy is a crowded locus of love and heartbreak. It was the site of tears and oblivion — of every core who twinkles because of faded hue about the past. I…