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Apr 2018
It was quiet and still. A couple of birds flew through the air in the distance
The trees laid out a dark rich green carpet underneath the trees.
The sky was a pale blue-grey with pillows of clouds scattered
They broke up the sky with their placement and streaks
The sky was highlighted by a light which had a shadow like a renaissance painting
As I looked at the clouds, they became brighter and started to turn to a light pink color
As the sun became a bright red ball before dipping behind the clouds
Barbara R Maxwell
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