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In every sky, there are a plethora of clouds. Waiting for their day to bring gloom. In every cloud there is a rainstorm waiting to be released. In every rainstorm there are lightning and thunder Colliding, Conflicting, in a Convoluted confrontation. But over our horizon, there is a sun waiting to rise and illuminate
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
How the world works
In every sky, there are a plethora of clouds. Waiting for their day to bring gloom. In every cloud there is a rainstorm waiting to be released. In every rainstorm there are lightning and thunder Colliding, Conflicting, in a Convoluted confrontation. But over our horizon, there is a sun waiting to rise and illuminate
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Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 6:17 PM UTC
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