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What if the sky is just a large blanket with holes?
And there is endless light beyond it. Shining through the holes, We think of them as stars. I have a blanket with holes. I have a blanket with holes. I wriggle my big toe through it. My other toes have made other holes. I think of them as vents. I am a blanket with holes. I am a blanket with holes. I am home inside it. Deep within these holes, I think I hear a song. A song about the endless light beyond the sky. by Aruna Manjunath
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