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Bluesay.

Bluesay.

Blue, although altered to near perfection.


I marveled at how beautiful the sky could be, as I had a few times before. It was so akin to a blue canvas that stretched on for miles. So clear, so magnificent a sight.

There goes the sightings and weather forecast pompously declared on the papers a few days ago: “Expect rainy evenings and thunderstorms until next March.” You know how it is: the opposite is almost always expected.

We had two sunny days. The kind of day that would be perfect for just idling about, and thinking of sweet nothingness all day long. A fun outing at the beach, waves gently lapping the shore, accompanied by the delighted squeals of kids and squawking seagulls.

It was unbearably hot, though. I wondered how many seconds it would take for butter to melt under the scorching sun.

This will probably not last for long.

How more unpredictable could the weather be?

A brief stroll at the night market, and I came across another ex-schoolmate of mine. Why, thanks to your influence, the first thought that came to mind was to put up a force field.

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