My mother always talked to me a lot about the sky.
She liked to watch the clouds in the day,
and the stars at night
... especially the stars.
We would play a game sometimes,
a game called,
what's beyond the sky.
We would imagine darkness,
or a blinding light,
or something else that we didn't know how to name.
But of course, that was just a game.
There's nothing beyond the sky.
The sky just is,
and it goes on and on,
and we play all of our games beneath it.
~ Taken
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