Strangely, looking up and knowing there's nothing between me and the light that settles on my skin but a thin layer of gas and a thousand (or a million) years has helped me feel closer to everyone I would touch but can't. When there isn't a body to read, perhaps it's too easy for me to take comfort in the company of ghosts; I wonder sometimes
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