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Colors of the Sky.

The sky changed shades so quickly that it felt like some was using a colour picker and making an art piece to be sold in a local gallery.

Amidst the fluttering of the dry leaves on the trees and the sound of the wind, your laugh was the most sweetest thing in that moment.

When the sky changes it’s colour to a shade somewhat in the middle of orange and pink, you snap a picture just when the lightning strikes; thunder rumbling moments later when I wished, if I could snap this very moment to cherish for the rest of my life, I would. Changing nothing but the colour of the sky every now and then.


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