Encounters
''indigo'' ▫ᴱᴺ｜encounter｜ENC｜20260817190946-20-•
I looked overhead, at the slot of sky over the lane. Nothing … I waited … and nothing … waiting still … and then there it was, right where the center of my gaze had been trained. At one moment there was only the fading sky (with indigo just starting to rise up from the edges like an infusion of ink), and at the next Venus was glowing there, bright and steady. People talk about watching the stars come out, and I suppose some people do, but I think that was the only time in my life that I actually saw one appear. I wished on it, too, but this time it was real time, and I did not wish for Jo.
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