Isn't it - or shouldn't it be? - the right of every human being to be able to sit on a warm summer evening and stargaze and remember they are infinitely tiny parts of this unbelievable majesty?
Some of the stars are airplanes
Some of the stars are airplanes
Some of the stars are airplanes
Isn't it - or shouldn't it be? - the right of every human being to be able to sit on a warm summer evening and stargaze and remember they are infinitely tiny parts of this unbelievable majesty?