dinsdag, 27 juli 2004


“Mum, the sky has a really funny colour today… No shade of gray, anyway.”

“It’s called blue, dear.”

“Is this the ‘blue sky’ I’ve read so much about? ”

“Yes, dear, it is!”



“Mommy, mommy!”

“What, dear?”

“I saw a giant golden ball at the horizon. It’s bright and shining… my eyes hurt. Is it a meteorite? Are we going to die?!”

“No, sweetie, the thing is called ‘sun’”


“The sun, and it’s a good thing – at least, that’s what I remember about it. It’s been a while, since I’ve last seen it. I must have been your age…”

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