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Show CHRYSALIS PAGE 199 man whose heart pumps life through you. You care. But caring isn't the same thing as changing, is it? God knows, changing is a slow process - mystical, almost. But it goes on like a heartbeat. There's nothing to stop it. It just goes on by itself. I've changed. I can just barely find the person I used to be. A comet that has traveled eons around uncounted suns has met its end here. Tonight there is supposed to be a 'spectacular' meteor shower, the result of the comet's dramatic demise. We pop corn and spread our blankets across the front yard grass at midnight and lie flat out with the earth spinning under us and the stars spinning above. Where is everybody? Tucked away in their beds, no doubt. We ought to run through the streets, banging on the doors, crying at the locks like Wee Willie Winkie, "You're missing the show!" There is no moon. I am reminded of scorching summer nights at the beach where Mark and I walked hand in hand, trying not to scare the sandpipers in their dark search for sandcrabs, and |