One of my fondest youth memories was seeing the night sky for the first time. I grew up on Long Island, about 50 miles east of New York City. Our night skies allowed only the brightestof stars to shine through the glare of night and light pollution. This memory takes me to upstate New York. Our pastor took us on a night hike to a huge meadow. Our pastor told us to turn off our flashlights, close our eyes, and lie ...

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