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'November §kie& In November.. A fickle moment passes by when the brilliant blue that caught my eye only a moment ago, or so.. Suddenly turns, with great drama on high and gathers clouds from heaven knows where and I can’t help but gaze above and stare to watch this moment so sincere while rolling, tumbling clouds magically appear. And they’re not just white, as summer’s are that slowly gather from a far.. Nor wispy spring’s that whisper softly, thinly veiled up there loftily.. Nor Winter’s veil that hangs deep and low that makes you shiver with the thoughts of snow.. No.. These are dappled blue with gray so deep with folds and creases piled to a heap that seem to mean a storm’s approach but no.. Just a tense atmospheric reproach.. The glitter with movement and the rays of the sun all gone gold and the day’s hardly done.. Yet with purple so regal, the whole heavens a’fear!— If the whole sky’s a theater, and clouds seem to be Shakespeare.. Just Remember.. It must be November. Cynthia Stamps Woodville
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