Out upon the great night air all thoughts and dreams will blend and rise to light a darkened sky of which there is no end. we call them stars and ponder how and why they all are there and often times we look at them waiting for answers as we stare. Maybe the heavens is where all our great dreams go, and to with the little ones, they just make a smaller glow.
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