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Mr. Blue Sky

A boy sat next to a window on a school bus. He gazed out the window, entranced by the changing hue of the leaves which fell unrelenting from the trees. Grey clouds blocked the Sun’s light, but to the boy, it was as if it were just another beautiful and gorgeous day. To him, it made no difference what the weather was, for he was always content inside.

Mr. Blue Sky, why did you have to hide away for so long?

But, it was not always this way for him. In fact, he’d been quite the opposite. And now, he pondered this as lyrics flowed into his ears; and with each passing word he tried to make a conection to his own heart and feelings. Not long ago, he hadn’t the power to listen to what he would. And whenever he did, a terrible knot would form in his stomach, and by his diseased heart he would be forced to hear only hopeless words and music. He had not the freedom of a true smile which so many take for granted… And when he thought of this, he smiled and sighed in content, satisfied with his freedom.

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