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Sep 2011
Staring up into the night sky is like looking into the water backwards,
gazing up at the surface from below.

The clouds drift across like a mirage, separating you from the distant heavens.
The stars beckon from heights far beyond your reach.

You yearn to break the surface, to reach into the vastness beyond the vapor.

What would you find upon breaching the fog?
Will the reflection be righted as you gaze upon the surface of the world from the sky?

Or will the endless depths of the universe envelop you like the sea,
leaving you once again to marvel at creation from beneath fathoms of deep blue?
Several lines of jabbering nonsense. Stars are cool.
Abigail
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