The message

A long time ago in a garden
Far, far away
August days fell long,
Adrift in a swarming heat.

We stretched our thoughts out
Into a tremor of light,
The hologram spoke:
‘Help me. You’re my only hope.’

It is late. After nine,
We wait, melting into darkness.
Leia flares silently to life.
I catch her,
Put her in my pocket.

Elen Lewis

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