My greyhound bus ride to Ottawa was accompanied by a beautiful starlit-sky. The brightest one, I believe, was a part of the Ursa Major constellation I've learned to recognize when I was 12.
There came a time I used to believe I was greater than each speck that scattered the sky. Yet, last night, I felt the tiniest among the smallest glitter in sight...It's silly how perspectives change.
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