Stars are silent; they look down voiceless, blinking knowingly. They find comfort in the folds of darkness, envelope in the knowledge of grandfather time.
In the day, the stars descends from its nocturnal hearth, surfing the waves of turquoise green sea, lending its sparkly smiles on sweet water droplets, reflections of happiness, kind humanity and upon the whispers of forgotten dreams..
Your little short vignettes illustrated by your beautiful pictures never fail to make me pause for a breath.
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