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Day 56- 11.11.20


The clouds up above


They were layered with the sun

like a lasagna in the sky,

and everyone took notice.


Neighbors I've never met all gathered

in the middle of the street

defying traffic, defying norms

for the sake of

absorbing this overwhelm

of beauty.


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