the candy man Lincoln triad

I enjoy how grand and metronomic the stars are, and I enjoy how chaotic the clouds are. And I enjoy how they inhabit the same bit of real estate, as far as I’m concerned. I can imagine what it would be like if their roles were reversed: there would be no fixed constellations; the stars would be in different places every time you looked at them. And the cotton candy/man on a roof/Abraham Lincoln’s head triad would float over my house every day around 4 o’clock.

It’s probably best the way it is.

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