Telescopes, they are observant beings, aren’t they? I think they are. They seem as though they are. Don’t they? They are beings, yet silent, careful and good listeners. You can see right through them, although they have nothing to hide. They see things. And they share those things with you. Because that’s what friends do. They share their favourite things with you. Telescopes, they will share the Moon, Mars, some stars, they will show you something out of reach, yet something so beautiful, so precious. Those things cannot be bought. No one owns them. It’s part of their beauty. Telescopes reach for the stars, and are not reluctant to do so. They enjoy it. Telescopes, a friend, yet, when needing charging in cooperation, can be a problem. Yet so helpful…so…so…beautiful.
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