life began when a star, in its dying stage, exploded ... our bodies are stars.
the final day saw this 'star' become a locked container.... as we all are, just containers of accumulated memories, regrets, yearnings... a loose meditation on childhood, growth, decay, remembering, forgetting, wishing ... all stitched loosely together with images of children in autumn who--like falling stars and windfall apples-- burst with life and light all too briefly...
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