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  • The blues. Sing the blues. Feeling blue. Skybluepink. Blue blood.

    When I need to go to a happy place in the midst of work and loneliness and anxiety, I close my eyes and see THIS blue.

    It is summer on Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota. It is hot at 7 in the morning. The place has a buzz I don't quite know, surrounded by people I only just met.

    I remember looking up through the smoke hole and feeling that the blue of this sky could rain down and saturate me - each molecule in my blood, each cell in my body, each wrinkle in my brain - full and boasting, "I am alive!!!"

    "They" say that the sky is not blue, that it is an illusion, a magic show put on by Mother Nature to amuse herself. We know that science can disprove the blue of this sky, but even as we fall in love with the reflection that is the sky, we believe in the the reflection that is creation, bombarding us with its past, with our present and the hope of the future.

    Look up!
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