Early morning’s rolling thunder has passed, leaving behind a blanket of grey. Dawn struggles to move on; to make way for a jealous Sun to take the stage. The grey, victoriously, holds Dawn where it stands. I can almost hear laughter from the heavens, as Night looks over its shoulder, enjoying the show.

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