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If, at the end of a long weary day, you escape to the garden for a few precious moments,
moments of peace that the day wouldn't spare.
Its demands never ending, as time slips away.
With your body aching, your mind in disarray,
you collapse in the comfort of the old wicker chair.
Your eyes closed, you let out a deep, deep sigh,
sinking into the cushions, you let yourself go.
And slip into oblivion in the blink of an eye.
You waken as a cool breeze blows over your face,
the daylight is gone and darkness descended.
You look up at the sky: it's a black empty space.
You’re back in the moment, this time, this place.
Then you see the first evening star,
and in the blink of an eye, another, then another.
And you know that you’re not the only one out there,
watching the stars in the sky, winking at each other.
Refreshed, you go back your chores, and prepare for tomorrow.
By Catherine Fair
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