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the sky has completely facinated me for the past couple of days.
oh, how voulnerable we are to the heavens. They govern our very liveyhood, right down to the mood we face the events of our day with.
I've been debating wether I want a real rumbling thunderstorm, or I want the sun to reign supreme.
It is as if my indecision is reflected in the growth of cummlo-nimbus cloud and confusion of sunny periods amounst heavy rain shower.
I like to think that the clouds take my oppinion into consideration.
How important I would be. How special I would feel.