Beautiful Life, Beautiful Mind

No hands, yet I can feel your touch. Sparking my own creativity and imagination.Like a hot balloon lifting me up and up toward the endless night sky. How can words inspire such beauty during times of painful darkness?Yet with no voice, I can still hear your answer, "the bright stars provide the ink.":) 

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