Standing astride the roof of the world, I stare at the vacant blue bowl of the sky. Marred by spare clouds like pillow stuffing. And as they dance across the somber sky, I wonder if you see what I see. Half a world away, What do you see in the sky? Does the sun hang like a bronze coin? Distant and warm? Or is it a god's first? Pressing down mercilessly? And when the sun
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