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Article for Astronomy Magazine
IF YOU WERE TO LOOK UP AT THE NIGHT-SKY THIS MONTH, YOU WOULD SEE ONE
OF THREE THINGS: CELESTIAL ORBS, CLOUDS, OR A DOME OF INPENATRABLE
SMOG. THIS THEN IS THE STORY OF ONE OF THOSE THINGS...
The month is august, the year is 1997. A young man, confused about the
nature of the universe makes the aquaintance of a dome of smog that
surrounds his city.
"Cwethy, I'd like you to meet a close friend of mine,"Quoth bob.
"Cwethy, this is Henrietta the dome of smog. Ms. the dome, this is
Cwethy."
The two hit it off immediately, and spent the remainder of their summer
together. Falling in love, and seeing the world as most people have
ever dreamed. But something happened one day in august. It was late at
night, and they were on one of their romantic walks. They were planning
to stop off at the beach to look at the stars (as lovers often do);
tragically however, there were no stars when they got there. And Cwethy
realised then that this relationship was never meant to be.
A human being can't love a dome of smog, it would never be accepted.
And so, with a heavy heart did they depart that night, and Cwethy began
looking for a human Girl.
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