Stardust

I watched “Cosmos” the first time around, and I’m watching again with Neil DeGrasse Tyson at the helm. It is better than ever and reminds me of that old Joni Mitchell song that says, “We are stardust.” Science gets me all excited and especially science with super graphics and images.

Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “stardust.”

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6 Responses to Stardust

  1. I hope that when he goes it is peaceful. That death will take his hand ever so gently and lead him out into the night. I hope it feels like your first kiss, all butterflies and stardust. I hope he leaves a trail of glitter across the sky to say goodbye.

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  3. Malcolm I says:

    Fred identified with being stardust. It often kicked through noggin after a beer or too. Still he wasn’t all that with the prospect of returning to stardust, even if the loved ones of the past were already there waiting.

  4. Malcolm I says:

    And we have typos…Here is a cleaner attempt:

    Fred identified with being stardust. It often kicked through his noggin after a beer or two. Still he wasn’t all that taken with the prospect of returning to stardust, even if the loved ones of the past were already there waiting.

  5. John Yeo says:

    STARDUST

    Twinkle was riding on a broomstick, not to emulate her sister witches who wore pointed hats and made magic spells. Twinkle was not in the big witch league, her lowly position was a cleaner in the domestic coven. Twinkle was required to use her broomstick to sweep up the stardust accumulated during meetings.

  6. Claire says:

    To her friends, she was known as Stardust since her college days. Why? Because she would always see the goodness in all things; always offer an encouraging word when things were going wrong and always diffused any discussions that took a turn for the worst. It was inherent in her, part of her personality. It was what made her who she was—a good-hearted human being.

    Coming across the last email I got from her, I still couldn’t understand why such a good soul had lived such a short life here on earth. She’s still sorely missed…

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