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water would mean storms and hails and thunder. And how could you ever, ever be brave enough – or stupid enough, to make that your life. It wasn’t a choice you gave yourself. And perhaps, in a way, it added to the experience. A coward’s excuse this might be, but it was one you gave yourself constantly. That knowing this would never last, you feel it more intensely, you cherish it and the pinprick of light it offered into the otherwise bland – not altogether unlikable – existence you had. And, as an afterthought, you think that maybe you don’t want it to become normal after all. Because if it did, it would be as unexciting as your todays and yesterdays and then what would you do to remind yourself that there were things to feel outside of anxiety and stress and panic and relief? That was the idea behind heaven, right? A constant state of peace that one never got bored of. And heaven didn’t exist on places like Earth. Here, it was only this – a sunrise, a sunset, these bursts of colors against a pale ordinary sky.”

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