This is the story of a minute
After sunset, when a bank of clouds
Floating above canyons and sharp cliffs
Seemed stately to someone watching them
From an earthbound perspective. The clouds
Grew. The clouds overshadowed the cliffs.
The clouds turned darker, stonier blue.
The clouds had no personality.
The clouds failed utterly as story.
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