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look up! he would say. and she would gaze at the sky, her long hair cascading back, pressuring and pinching her neck. but she kept looking.
i just didn't want you to miss it. and he would smile her way, fishing for her hand with his own.

each time she gasped over what she saw. that cloud looks like the tree in the backyard! or i'm getting vertigo just trying to look at that building! it's so tall!

he was always making her look, reminding her to see everything, to take it in and remember it, to snap pictures of every movement and create flipbook in her mind, full of photo stills that came to life.

look up! he would say. and he would smile, then look up with her, the glint of the sun catching in the cataracts of his once chocolate brown eyes.