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To Reach for the Sky by Kevin Casey Bikes resting in the dust, pivoting on their pedals, but the baseballs are tucked in their gloves today, bats are left to list against garage walls, waiting. Someone has brought a bow to the field, and the new game has no rules, and it has no name. And the arrow, shot steeple-straight, draws their small souls up to plumb the endless blue; subsumed by the sky, hidden in the perfect bliss of recklessness, its point still aimed toward heaven, above the sound of children laughing. Gyroscope Review 34 !