once upon a harvest moon, a sentient was born. everyday of his life he was
told not to look at the heavens. as he grew old, tall and grey he walked
with his head held low showing no emotion. one day, before his last, on a
sunday at approximately 4:23 in the afternoon, he felt compelled to look at
the heavens for the first time. there he stood. in a crowd. alone. in an
open field. tilting his head back, he opened his eyes.
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