Bombs and Magnolias: If I Ever Make It Home Again

Sometimes he caresses the milky wave with his breath and as he does he breathes movement into his hands. Reaching forth into the heavens he thinks its time to gather that star for Georgia... No! A handful of stars. Then stepping back into the void he gently throws them forth to where they want to land or where they need to land. There appears a twinkle in his eyes at his and Georgias creation... triumphantly satisfied with their forever... in this their timely moment. He whispers thank you to God and Thank Georgia for my brimming saucerful that is our tomorrow in time... our brimming saucerful of stars!