she's never seen them before, she supposes. in books, yes. in memories that do not belong to her but are encoded regardless in her memory, yes. but she, angela, has never seen them before. to gaze upon bright twinkling lights in the sky, millions upon millions upon millions of miles away—
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she's never seen them before, she supposes. in books, yes. in memories that do not belong to her but are encoded regardless in her memory, yes. but she, angela, has never seen them before. to gaze upon bright twinkling lights in the sky, millions upon millions upon millions of miles away—
to reach those, doing everything in her power—
an impossible task, isn't it? )
That reminds me of a poem.