Addison POV
The glitter in the sky looked as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant, so far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning.
I would call them beautiful, but even that wouldn't do its justice. This is something you can't describe or tell anyone about to share the experience, not even something you can capture in a photo. You can only know by experience, only seeing them through your eyes will you be able to see the beauty. Stars are just shiny silvery-blue dots in the sky, so why are they so pretty? What makes it different than dots of light shining through little holes on a black paper? I'd never figure it out. Maybe it's the reality of it.
The mystery.
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