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The History of Dying Stars
By Oscar S. Cisneros

They seem so still at night, fixed as they are as pinpoints blurring white against the darkness of sky. As the eyes adjust, black becomes gray, the white light of stars bright against the haze of their origins. We are and will be as they, the history of dying stars, light traveling from an origin long since darkened, existing only as the trail, the path, the history we made in our day. And so, now, knowing we will one day no longer be, we should ask: when we are gone, when others look to the light we made in our day, what path, what trail, what life will we show? What light will we shine for them?

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