And there are things I have to read tonight, and things I still have to watch: but I watched 28 stars fall, and I didn’t mind that I couldn’t think of anything to wish for, and the air was cool and the bats were silent and I could have stared up at the sky forever.

Neil Gaiman’s Journal: Underneath the Bats and the Stars

Must be nice.

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