Not merely scraping the sky.
Ripping a hole in the blueness.
This reminds me of a child’s game, maybe one that never existed, not exactly, in which the object is to stack blocks one on top of the other, until you reach the clouds. Then, you climb, visit the giant, see the golden eggs, and have them served poached with a side of bacon.
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