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the sky at eight-fifty-one in the night, going up that hill mind you, the sky was nothing like the night filled with the last few hours of sun clouds coated in a sliver of gold and seeming like foam on waves an endless ocean of blue, ivory, and all things golden it was calm it was peaceful it was comforting, despite the circumstances it was coming home, whatever it was
mayothegalileo
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