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... h an ice-blue expanse tinged with a faint smoky gray, emitting a sense of chill.
This winter is particularly cold, seemingly endless.
Reaching out with fingertips to touch the sunlight, a shallow heat dances at the fingertips, but no matter how far the stretch, it still can’t touch the clouds in front.
So, fingers are drawn back, leaving the index finger to delicately trace the shape of the clouds, using the sky as a canvas, the finger as a brush, sketching out a majestic ...
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