Often, @ night, when I am far away, I like to escape, and hunt for a place where I can see the stars. I need to reach out, to see the sky, to see the twinkling of far away suns and galaxies. They make me feel calm, restful and at peace. Breathing the cold air, I look for Orion, or the Hunter as he was called by the ancient ones. His three-starred sword guides me the path to the North. There I find The Wheel, or the Wain. But these names are forgotten now, rebranded as a Bear. I know where I am now, and can follow Hydra, or the telltale “W” of Cassiopeia in ancient times called “The Queen”, and let my mind soar East, towards home and even to the misty shores of Avalon. I smile.
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