2:00 in the morning sitting on the fence of a horse pen but the horses had been gone for years and I had never seen so many stars in the sky before and A told me her name means shooting star and Y said she was dizzy and L was reading and smoking a cigarette inside and I was crying happy tears and then A said You’re a writer so say what we all are in one word and I said Alive, Light, Beautiful in that order and then I am so happy that I know all of you and Y said You are Magic and I wrote it down because I was afraid to forget and I took a deep breath and felt like I was riding the ghosts of those horses straight into the stars.