ART LITERATURE ABOUT SUSTAINABILITY STAFF PERFORMING ARTS TOUCHSTONE
DON'T LOOK UP IVY KING | Poetry I’d be scared too considering the stories I’ve heard. Tonight the clouds conceal those little orbs of light. We can only guess what mess daybreak might contrive. Secretly, we enjoy it when those revealers of fate lead us to sit in the dark and to wait. Even though they are pretty to gaze at— there are facts and myths both hidden and un-deciphered in Andromeda and Corvus. And if we cannot resist, we glance up, hoping to see— but sometimes the night clouds over, and we—. Is the moon full or waning away from fear of the stars?
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