Resembles my figurative
Haze that is Monday.
When the sun breaks through the clouds to reveal a pure sky of all blue, the only thing people can write is how remarkable this natural occurrence seems. When, in actuality, it is the sun who is the all powerful sentinel hovering over the thin line of clouds banded together hand and hand, disintegrating them with only a fraction of its power.
(or maybe it's because I am listening to Bob Dylan)
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