" . . . looking up, everything else was black and white; the tree branches looked like string that had been glued onto crisp white paper by an eager four year old. i have always felt unworthy being silhouetted by the sky . . . it's so serene and forgiving, but yesterday the way i felt seemed like it could rival all beauty that the sky has ever
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