August 27th 2016

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The days almost regretfully grow shorter. But the clouds are never more beautiful than in late August and early September. They’re moody, tall, many-layered, brilliant at noon, multi-colored at sunset and broodily philosophize as the sun and moon trade places. Instead of filling the sky, they enlarge and loom in its breadth and scope.
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295 August 27th 2016 | bottlecap
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