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Recognizing Kinsman

I looked at his half smile. Fake to me. His eyes had a watery unfocused look. His words an unmistakeable lisp.

My kinsman.

He looked out. A transformed face. Our story. The pain.

Looking up at the sky, I was staring at him. Quietly staring at him.

I held his gaze.

So beautiful.

Holding hands.

It was then I realized the time of the stars.