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The clouds are a grey duvet over the fields. An unbroken cover that we all hide under, like it or not. Except: there! A flash of blue breaks through. Blink and you might miss it. But it happened, I swear. The tiniest promise that clear sky still exists; that these clouds aren’t the end of the story. Is that enough? Feel the whisper from the sun’s rays in that moment: “I’m coming back for you, I haven’t forgotten.” Can you believe it? Another glimpse, another promise. A while later, another. And tomorrow, the joyous return of that wild, blue expanse.

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