Dear Clear Blue Skies, You are the epitome of all we wish our lives to be, perfect days of perfect sunshine, with no clouds to mar the day. But what would it be like if the ever changing sky became never changing. Every morning, noon and evening yet another clear blue sky? There would be
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You may hear them, the wild things that beckon in whispers on the breeze, calling out to you In a language whose secrets are lullabies hidden within gentle sunsets