No this is not a picture of the sky I laid under, but I forgot my camera and I liked it.
Me and my friend laid on the tramp talking about crap, when I saw.
And Number 23 on my bucket was accomplished.
23: Wish on a falling star.
"Why is it that all good things come to such quick and unasked for endings. Like shooting stars they light up the sky for the briefest moment and then before you fully understand the beauty of what you just saw, it is gone."
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