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looking out the window of the plane.

as we were descending, we crossed a thick, dense mass of cumulus clouds and were suddenly left wide open, sandwiched for a few seconds in between two layers of clouds, free to look out to the horizon.

far away, other systems of clouds gathered themselves, like ephemeral nations, batallions all marching to their own shifting weather clock.

farther still, blue skies held on to the end of the day as the sun set, with its symphonies of warm, wild colors against the cool deep of night.

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