Curtain Rises
No lights. Voices are heard.
Young Voice (Sad): Will you give me anything I want?
Old Voice: Yes, anything.
Young Voice: I want the sky.
Old voice laughs at the stupidity of the request and asks.
Old Voice (Satirically): And what do you think you would do with it?
Young Voice (Slowly and Plainly): I would take it and leave it to decide if it wants to change or not. I will leave it to its own wish.
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