Blue

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Blue. Like the ocean.
Like the sky.
Does the sky reflect the ocean?
And spread around the entire world?
Are the clouds the dolphins, jumping and splashing their drops of water, the same drops we call rain?
Blue. Like the sky.
Like the ocean.
Maybe the ocean reflects the sky. And the storm clouds in the sky, are like the fish in the ocean. Churning, swimming, destroying what they must, only to survive.
Maybe the sky and the ocean reflect each other. Maybe they coincide. 
Blue. Like the ocean.
Blue. Like the sky.

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