Look west, he said. You will see the sky doing amazing things. I turned and turned until I saw a streak of orange and a flash of violet. A saw a wall of cloud. I saw the sky doing what it does. Every day it is amazing. Every day it is there, keeping us in. A blanket of cosmos even the most brilliant do not understand. And we look up and say look west. Standing tip-toe on the dusk of every little single thing that is to come.
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