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You knew I, then, sought the career of a diplomat.

And, one candid night in September, you told me what that

meant to you:  that you were rather reliably sure

that I would never earn or receive the title, Ambassador.

Insensitivity seemed to always botch your

clumsy attempts at communication:

but you helped---although we lived some miles from I-Seventy

(and a county and a half from my left behind Midland C.B.)---

me to realize, and remind myself, that the only title

I sought was that salutary, liberating, and exquisitely vital

name (or, perhaps, more properly

the blessed and bestowed July tenth appellation,

that unshod BlueShift helped me reach):  Starwatcher.

And that word organized the term's remaining calendar.

Starward-Led