March 28, 2001 (idea)
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|Last night, while smoking alone, I saw the sky fall.
It was blue and ice and magic, and it left stars behind as it burned its way down to the horizon. It fell east, and left a glow as it passed beneath the row of houses, blocking it from my view.
I stared at the spot where it had been, and saw it still, burned into my vision.