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The comet arrives right on time, the front making its bold way across the winter sky, the tail becoming a fine decoration to lift the spirits of the onlookers. The heavens are never more enchanting than with this transient beauty; we love the stars yet this is something to savour while it graces us with its presence.

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The comet comes like a promise and leaves like a kiss, a picture for our memories regardless of the season.

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The comet is ablaze in the sky, a brilliant streak of white tinged blue that caresses the heavens. Gregory watches it, eyes wide in a way that exaggerates the long lashes his mother loves so much. He lets out a sigh he didn't know he was holding and lets his shoulders hang loose. Though he is closer to twenty five, in that moment he is five again, holding his father's hand as he names the constellations, always telling a heroic story for each.

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The comet is a dash of glitter on the velvet sky, enough to bring ideas of travelling the heavens to the watching children. In their minds they are already exploring space from its brilliant surface of ethereal blue, creating new dreams like fresh spun candy.

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The comet moves like a savoured dream over the sky, billions of heavenly stars lifting the blackness into beauty.

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Streaking across the indigo sky is a comet, Janice watches it, mesmerized. The long tail of icy particles shines in the moonlight.

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The comet comes in midwinter, bringing a scorch of light to the inky sky. It has been travelling longer than our minds can imagine, yet it was always destined to be here in this time and place, just as we were destined to bare witness to its beauty.