In my trust

I carry about in myself stars gathered from many sources - skies of course (I am a watcher of skies); stones sparkling in brooks; asters; window frost; thoughts shared by friends (the giving makes them shine); reflections struck from brass by flames that leap upon the hearth at night; trees and steeples (snowy or not) as seasons turn; and, dearest of all, the love that shines from children.

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