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February 19, 2014
My arms and legs were itching, because I had lain on the grass for too long. A small price to pay for the opportunity to watch the beautiful, cottony clouds fly above me as gentle winds tickle my face. We used to do this together - lie down on this field, far from the city, away from its noises and rush. Sometimes, we came here at night and took in the fact that we are much less than dust specks compared to the universe.

Cassiopeia. She sad that was her favorite. Her namesake.

I still love you, Cassiopeia. I really do.