415AM. He took his dogs and thoughts for a walk. They led him down the street and up into the sky. A shooting star greeted them, falling to the earth like a stray ember from a sparkler. He stood there waiting for more…but it was just the one. Somewhere off in the distance he heard a fox cry out. He couldn’t make this stuff up. He stood there a little longer, soaking in the scene. The dogs didn’t seem to mind, their noses to the ground in the autumn leaves. He had a good feeling about today.
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