Why the Sky is Blue

And why we like it.

By Beth FryPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Familiar friend, rare.

Wide, touching every eye.

Wild. We empathize.

There are no magic words, but words can still move sticks and stones. And mountains.

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