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because we choose to.

The sky is wonderful. You would have loved it.
Yes, it's wonderful. I'm looking at it now.
How do you know it's the same sky as mine?
The sky is the sky, wherever you go.
I guess you're right.
Really?
Yeah.
I'm not sure.
You are.
I don't know.
Did you ever wonder why we can't fall to the sky?
Where would we fall if we did? It's difficult falling on nothing.
How did you know there's nothing to land on?
I fell to the sky once. As you did.
But there was nothing there.
But there was nothing there.

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Cyanotypes never fade. This is the most permanent photograph you can ever make aside from Carbon prints. So when I had the chance to do one, I knew that whatever image I was going to make, my mother should be in it.
it burned. it burned so bright it would blind you. but i needed to look. to look and stare for hours. for days. for weeks. i looked at it without blinking for 83 years. for 83 years it's the only thing i saw. but on that day, that day when my life changed, i saw something else. on the corner of my eye, i saw it. i saw it and i knew. the light i was staring at for 83 years was nothing, nothing but the sun.
and so i let the lids rest, wept in silence and never opened my eyes again.