LarryBrogg's Sandbox
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I look up at the night sky every night. I climb to the roof of my house and simply stare. Have you ever done so? Looked into the mass void of infinite cold? To me, it is solace. In that one special moment, I do not see an existential painting of the infinite, I see myself in the infinite. As the stars reflect into my eyes, I, in turn, reflect back into them. It is moments like these where I wish to fly. Fly among those radical stars, those moons and planets. What lies beyond the peak of our galaxy?

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