Tag: sunset
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Real Magic
I’m chasing sunsets again. Though, it’s never about the sunset. No, it’s never the ball of orange falling into the horizon. It’s always the clouds – the clouds are the real magic.
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You Asked Me What the Clouds Sound Like
but all I could think about was smearing wet paint with my fingers (the blanket of your preferred color) the morning overcast expanded until it broke a glistening mosaic in the sky—but fluid, rowing across the window like a boat on the horizon growing full (like my heart) then releasing (like my breath) taking up…