Bearing only a sliver of light so I might know I adressed the sky at all, I asked: Why must there be more black night? "So I may replenish the color of crow feathers, that wolves may know when to sing, that the moon might cast a reflection in black water and know that it is beautiful. Should you gaze into another's pupils, the place casting no reflection, you may know all things with eyes are twinned and share the color of this gift I bring today."
Vincent Hostak, vmh, is a writer, podcaster and pro-bono media production consultant. Vince also advocates for youth reading & digital literacy to both naturally and foreign born Americans.
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