The sky: a revisionist examination: "The other day I was lying in the grass with my loved one, looking at the big wide sky-blue sky above me, full of puffy nimbus clouds that look like something made of cotton balls and Elmer's Glue, and with good old Mr. Sun to its side, its warmth mirroring that of our love.
But as I lay there with my lover in my arms, I suddenly realized I had been fooled.
There was no such thing above me. The 'sky' does not exist."
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