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Apr 2012
Don steps outside.

The sight of the piercing blue sky stops him in his tracks.
Immediately his heartbeat doubles and he begins to sweat.

Just look at that thing;
all that nothing.

It's just too much.
Written by
T Andre Bostwick
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