The sky was the strangest hue of teal, with smudges of pastel pinks and purples half-hazardly thrown across it as if the painter would forget the image in but a second. The clouds lined the horizon like a silver army returning home and the sun beckoned the life of the world to awaken and face the day with joy.
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Poetrylmao idfk this probably actually isn't trash maybe I'm trying love me *Originally by @MaddieLizW