I stare upward as I lay on cold ground.
The clouds,
The Sun,
The Moon.
The hidden stars years away in the daylight.
So much there is to see.
I wonder if you see what I see,
Under the limited sky.
Alas, alone am I.
You're not there to watch with me.
The magic between what separates,
That which separates us from falling. . . .
Falling into a limited sky.
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