#337
In response to Sadje’s weekly Prompt: https://wp.me/paf3ao-n6x
Stone by stone,
someone made a path toward something they could not touch.
It rises—
not to conquer,
but to meet.
Above, the sky opens like a memory,
the Milky Way bending low,
as if the universe itself is leaning closer
to listen.
No rush.
No crowd.
Just a quiet agreement between earth and stars.
What I see
is not a stairway to heaven—
but a reminder
we are already inside it.
Every step taken in wonder,
every breath held in awe,
is a kind of arrival.
Because the sky
does not wait at the top—
it meets you
where you stand
when you finally look up.
#WhatDoYouSee
#WDYS
— Maggie
The Afterlove Voice 💫
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