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There was a little clearing where I grew up. It was in the middle of a cedar thicket, and I loved to lay there at night and watch the sky. I remember seeing satellites fly by, airplanes so high you couldn't hear them, and after you'd been there for a bit bats flying their drunken courses.
I go back there in my mind some nights.
I go back there in my mind some nights.