We Only See it at Night

We whisper stories, in the endless grey, of the Sun as our ancestors knew it: burning in the blue. It shone every day, or so the story says.

Now we see it only at night, in dreams like memories we’ve never had.

This is for Three Lines Tales 303. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and to Nathan Watson for the photo prompt!

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