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Yolk, Digitally Daring

when i was just a boy, still owl-eyed i liked to drink the rain to taste the sky. i tried to count the stars while in my bed to keep the thoughts of monsters from my head. and i believed the stars were wishes. i believed the world was good. i believed things hid in the dark and that all would turn out just how it should. i believed in all your stories i believed you'd never lie. i believed if i could climb the trees behind the house i'd touched the sky.