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When it became clear that it was too late for us to save ourselves, the hidden rocketships appeared.
This morning, I walked around my neighborhood while looking up. Normally, I look down, just trying to get to my destination.
But this morning, I deliberately pushed myself to focus on what was elevated. Rooftops, skylines, treetops. The sky…