Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, March 13, 2010

3.13a

(3.11)
Overhead, there were holes of blue that sun ripped through, but it was a facade. Clouds rolled off into the distance. The sun just made the contrast of blue to gray more depressing.

"I don't like that. The sky should be one thing all over!"

Bipolar sky. Pick something and stick to it.

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