I dreamt of touching the sky. My hand reached up and never stopped growing. Past the moon. Brushing against the nearby planets. Running into comets. Touching the stars. Thousands of galaxies. My eyes long gone yet I could feel the magic that is the ocean of stars, the magic of life, the magic that is wilderness.

reachers in the wild, 2022

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