One summer's eve in January 2012, I slept under the stars.
My little Choochie Luchie slept beside me. He nodded in his sleep as I whispered, "Your mama loves you".
Prayer flags fluttered above us.
We basked all night in the glow of the moon.
Boats nudged each other with the coming of waves and the ebb and flow of the tide.
I didn't sleep heavily (there were stars to be seen) but felt that I'd been bathed in magic.
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