Maybe the cosmos isn't out of tune. Maybe you're out of tune with your own broken heart. The sun is taking a Sabbath today. No flares, no drama. The stars recline in orbits of repose, like elders on a summer porch in white wicker chairs. Without going anywhere, the constellations wander and whirl their parasols very slowly. Look, it's
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