THE SOUNDS WERE FEW: crickets, an occasional owl, and the clock drive on my telescope, its tiny whirring motor dutifully grinding on, keeping distant galaxies centered in the eyepiece. Even the dogs in the distance had quieted down. My boots gently clomped back and forth on the observing platform as I adjusted some equipment or checked a reference, the gleam of my red flashlight illuminating the star charts.
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