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Then I lay in the recliner by the window, watching the clouds, while sillhouetted birds skidded down the wind.  The sky turned leaden, grey, unearthly pale, rich apricot in the squall, pink and gold and blue, lavender and dusty yellow, dim blue, and black.

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