What is it about skies that is so fascinating?
Is it the endless possibilities?
or is it knowing that there could be hundreds, too looking up at the sky, gazing?

Is it how the sky ablaze with the fire of the setting sun has a way of making us feel tiny and insignificant, unintentionally?
or is it how simply looking at the sky, the mind is at peace, free of revelry?

Is it how sitting under the vast blue, the heart doesn’t feel the need for anyone?
or is it how the boundless sky holds a different meaning for each one?

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