High enough to see the stars.

"I hate the city. You can't see the stars."
"That's why you have to swing."
"Swing?"
"Mhmm. If you swing high enough, you can go above the lights and piss yellow smog of the city."
"And then I'd get to see the stars?"
"And then you'd see the stars."

This was only going to be a sketch. And then it wasn't.

Random thing I'm proud of: the power lines.

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