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Sky blanket above me, protecting me from empty cold blackness, airplanes writing a temporary existence in wispy lines
The sky always seemed too far away from him. He would try to jump to touch it with his hand, but he did not feel the edge of it. He would look at his hand, and see no sky in it, just transparent air and his skin.
Sky blanket above me, protecting me from empty cold blackness, airplanes writing a temporary existence in wispy lines
The sky always seemed too far away from him. He would try to jump to touch it with his hand, but he did not feel the edge of it. He would look at his hand, and see no sky in it, just transparent air and his skin.