stars

The sky is exceptionally clear tonight. It feels, and looks, as if the rain has washed away the layer of invisible dust that habitually coats the atmosphere -- everything looks so clean and lucent. (Now where the heck did that word come from? It just popped into my head from out of the blue. i think it'll make a wonderful title for a poem. Lucent.)
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Looking up at the night sky on the way back from work, i saw stars, more stars than i usually see here in Singapore. Pinpricks of light scattered across the clear navy sky. So beautiful. i want to see more of them. More stars. i want to learn their names, share them with someone i love.
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In other news. Nelson Mandela. Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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