For months I have been looking forward to the four-hundred-year great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn, but the sky is as mottled with cloud as blue agate and looks unlikely to clear by evening. I am reminding myself that the planets dance whether I can see them changing partners or not, the sun returns whether it is a bright short day or a grey one, without my observation stars go nova and are born. Happy solstice! Whether it is the beginning of a new age or the last of an old year, let's keep being here to witness the light.
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- 1: Sit thee down and put them on
- 2: My life's a crooked mess of things I've broken with my head
- 3: ?פֿאַר װאָס זאָל איך אײַך געבן דירה-געלט אַז די קיך איז צעבראָכן
- 4: A second flood, a simple famine, plagues of locusts everywhere
- 5: So Krishna stole the butter, did he?
- 6: When I invited Frank and you back to mine for a mange tout when I meant ménage à trois
- 7: The shadows on the walls don't recognize me anymore
- 8: Well, you can't tell much from faces
- 9: This po-mo stuff is nice, but it's irrelevant to the way I feel right now
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