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What kind of cruel God would give someone the power to make something as beautiful, strange, and magical as the stars. Only to take away their ability to see them when they step out of line.
No one, not even the cruelest human would do that… Maybe that’s why. God is not human. She does not care.He knew this. And they didn’t believe the same as Gods followers. But she would always be a Mamas girl. Mamas boy. Mamas.Always.Always looking for the stars. For a sign of Her. . . . “Hah, I did always wonder what happens when an angel dies.”
He looked at the sky, still searching. Even after all this time.
“Cheers.”
They took the thermos out from the bag. And closed her eyes. He would know peace soon enough.