It's like the sky suddenly remembered what color it's supposed to be. Oh yeah, blue. I'm blue. I'm not gray or tan, or weirdly yellow. Rain, although preferable to previous summers' alarming droughts, does not have to come out of me ALL the time. Your pollution has done your best to make me a vile, choking, muddy smudge -- but I will prevail. I will not be vanquished. I am blue! And beautiful.
Know what else is cool about the sky? Mars. Mars is really cool. 600,000 years -- we're smack in between the Neanderthals and the spacepeople of 2287, yo.
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