I loved the night skies of Caracas, a city nestled in a valley of the Andes. I was in third grade, newly arrived from Detroit, used to the smoke and flames rising from the Chrysler factory down the street, a stranger to the silent expanse of space above.
I was awestruck by the skies I discovered in Caracas, particularly on cloudless nights. Looking up, t…
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