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My heart used to soar within its confines as my eyes relayed the image of the night sky to my brain.
My heart felt a longing, a purpose, an escape from all earthly travails while my brain remembered the delight I felt reading novels about space-travelers.

They couldn’t wait to get older and be free.

* * *

My brain buckles down hard now, at the task at hand, as it registers the suggestion to see the night sky at its best.
My heart grudgingly agrees – the solution is down here on earth, not up there with the stars.

They are older now and almost free – so the desire remains.