It was time to cease to be an uncle, a lecturing dad , a senti brother, to he who stared from a photo, in grayscale rolled shirtsleeves .Uncle would stare at the bottom of the starry sky. Later, nephew would join him.

While uncle was at it ,in his life he had bitten his sarcastic lips about the world and its maker and you nephew was peculiar.

Nephew now asks uncle to wait till he reaches a house bottom so they will jointly stare a sky making fine sarcasm together.


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