My grandfather dwells within a rock shaped like a rucksack. My grandfather sits inside a rock, far inside our tunnel, boy how I wonder what on earth he's doing in there.
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We're so lucky we're alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roll their light? Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.