Entertaining thoughts of a celestial bent, looking to the
atmosphere, knowing that the stars are now being hidden on
the other side of the world away from our prying eyes.
Wondering where heaven is located, even though being there
before; the route is hidden, probably so we cannot find our
way there unannounced, which is probably a good thing for
we wouldn't want evil people entering heaven at all.
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