Oh, the Sky

Wow. Tonight as I walk along the well-worn pavement, I glance up, then stop and stare. The pink-tinged clouds hint of a magic now deemed impossible-a magic practiced by ancients, whose powerful deities may on a night like this descend to our careworn world. On a night like this, anything is possible. 


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