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Visiting the local swing set in the small town I live in is always best after the lights go out. The stars draw patterns in the sky, each tiny blink of light guiding my mind to wonder about those who have viewed the same night scene before me.

First I think about all of the old legends, of scholars and magistrates, who have seen the constellations and wondered about what stories lie hidden within them. Then my mind travels to the kings and queens of yore, perhaps rendezvousing in the gardens under Polaris's watchful eye.

Finally, my journey ends as I think about every person who has viewed the night sky that wasn't in a history book - everyone whose name was lost within the sands of time never to be heard of again.

And I can't help but wonder which side of history I will wind up on centuries down the road.