It's almost late . . . I miss my stars. There are no stars here in the city. If I hike half a block, there's a Christmas tree with the most amazing blue lights, they're perfect. I almost stole one today, was going to replace it with a white one from my son's tree. I just knew I'd be on some spy camera and they wouldn't understand that I just needed that one light bulb, that I thought it was a good trade because there were other white lights on the tree and they followed no pattern, nobody would notice . . . the city life is so not for me.
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