champagne bubbles and dying stars.

Like champagne bubbles,
floating above waves of cornfields,
twinkling in the twilight,

airy, crisp and sparkling;
thousands of them in silence,
caught inside rolling miles,
of white, picket fence,
like trapped and dying stars.

His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star. – Arthur Conan Doyle

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