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The quiet little boy with the strawberry blond hair stared seriously out of most of his pictures. Here he was, hours after his usual bedtime, standing in pajamas and robe, holding his telescope and preparing to view the rings of Saturn, the spot on Jupiter and the ice caps of Mars as they hung in a rare triangle in the night sky. The little boy's mother took his picture and smiled her subdued smile; the same smile that appeared on her son's face a short while later when Saturn came into focus. His mother made hot cocoa for when he was done and his head was filled with the universe.