Sure, the clouds had already shattered. And now they've coalesced together and a bit too tightly, without a trace of patchwork, billowy and cold, refreshing all the same, leaving space for just two traces, one spread in flight, the other a piercing heart, both made of light, the splinterest difference of truth between them and their cover. Here, above my humble abode the other day:
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