The stars a bit muted, but always,
my moon.
Baths and books at bedtime,
my boys.
Full no matter the miles,
my heart.
And yet:
The clock sounds different,
hanging on this wall.
The sunlight slants a new angle,
moving across this floor.
The possibilities feel utterly endless,
living in this moment.
Discoveries abound, within and without.
One tiny, brilliant adventure after another.
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