On a rowboat in rural Hillsborough last night, I found myself looking at more stars than I've ever seen before. I started identifying constellations: the Fallen Skier, the A-Frame, the Wire-Sculpture Dachshund, the Hastily Scribbled Mountain Range, the Dented Interrobang, the Paper Airplane, and the Literal Fast-Moving Airplane.
My friends kept finding dumb-sounding stuff like "the Sword of Orion". I think their imaginations were running away with them.
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