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Free at Last The sun's brightness seemed to conceal the dark clouds, masking them with the color of eyes as blue as the peaceful river, yet strong and wild as the rapid. Dipping low, the clouds lunge short of the brilliant sun that blinds us no longer. It slips down, lost forever (until morn) below the tranquil mountains early in the evening leaving its glow and its elegance- the color of matches screaming to life. Matches as free as the wind, free as the amethyst waves of cloud that wisps away at the teal trees. We watch the sunset burn away, wait and think for another beautiful evening when we will again catch sight of sky blue-pink. |
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