Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.
We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.
Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.
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Evening clouds cross the open fields,
consuming empty space and trees.
We watch their fluid movements
and changing colors as the sun sets.
Each passing moment like snowflakes
and we struggle to take all of this in.
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