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Everytime I look up into the sky, I get a constant reminder of myself. I’m not the sky but I am a Skye with an ‘e’ in the end. I’m not as beautiful as the sky but sometimes I compare myself with dark clouds and thundering storms, which all happens in the sky. Each morning, as I exit our little cottage I look up and say ‘Hello sky, I’m Skye.’ My twin brother would greet me with a straight face, ‘hey Skye’ and just when I’m about to greet him back he says, ‘No, I meant that sky’ while pointing up with his long index finger and only coming down with his middle one. His name is Skyler. Mom named us after the sky, hoping that would inherit her and dad’s pure blue eyes but instead we got brown one’s. The first few months of our birth gave mom and dad false hope, as all babies are born with b
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