Mixed humors
The sky to the west, beyond the town, is in a grey temper, while closer to home the sun cresting the trees finds all that's white and willing.
The sky to the west, beyond the town, is in a grey temper, while closer to home the sun cresting the trees finds all that's white and willing.
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