☽… STARS FALLING AND WE KEEP STANDING.
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memories of skies, 1987.
Sixty minutes and counting where did everyone go? They must not realize the fun is just beginning. It may be true some things we stopped talking about, but that doesn’t mean we can’t continue to celebrate what little wins we have left. Thirty minutes and counting lost souls beginning to wonder should they come back to earth and try this all over again.
Why do we shelter our children when we know most of them, eventually become adults more than capable of deciding?
What’s in their best interest. tee minus ten as they say, time to decide once and for all do we blast off enthusiastically or remain forever grounded. Once the airings cease those alive in the countryside watch in amazement the setting sun consuming what was left behind: dawn and twilight become but an abstract idea the moon and stars and planets mere memories burned deep within the naked eye.
