drew loved space.
he wanted to be an astronaut. he knew the planets and stars and space stuff was where he belonged. his momma would find him on the roof staring at the stars every night. "i am part of the sky," he would think, leaning upside down on the yellow swing set in the backyard as drew pretended to float up and down in a weightless atmosphere.
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
