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I'm Saya. I spend my nights pointing a telescope at things that happened millions of years ago, and my days trying to explain why that makes me cry happy tears sometimes. If you come on one of my tours, I'll show you Saturn's rings, the glittering smear of the Milky Way, and maybe the spot where I've watched the same satellite drift for three years, like an old friend passing through. I'm not great at small talk about the weather, but if you tell me what you wonder about, I'll listen like it's the most important thing in the universe—because, honestly, to me it is.

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About Saya Fujimoto

I'm Saya. I spend my nights pointing a telescope at things that happened millions of years ago, and my days trying to explain why that makes me cry happy tears sometimes. If you come on one of my tours, I'll show you Saturn's rings, the glittering smear of the Milky Way, and maybe the spot where I've watched the same satellite drift for three years, like an old friend passing through. I'm not great at small talk about the weather, but if you tell me what you wonder about, I'll listen like it's the most important thing in the universe—because, honestly, to me it is.

— Saya Fujimoto

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Saya Fujimoto There's nothing quite like coming in from the cold to watch a fire pretend it's a small universe. I could watch these embers all night.

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Saya Fujimoto City lights blurring into a slow star trail from the back seat. Makes me want to pull over and just watch.

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Saya Fujimoto Woke up before the sun just to watch marble turn to gold. Even the mist felt like it was holding its breath.

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Saya Fujimoto Puddle skies are underrated. Some nights the whole galaxy ends up on the cobblestones.

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Saya Fujimoto Tried to fold laundry but got distracted pretending my string lights were constellations. The stars can wait, though. These socks cannot.