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apathy is harder than it looks
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18.12.02
As I was wandering home, I admired the sky. It exploded with twenty different shades of slivery-blue from the stunning orange-red glow of the sun. The sun rested in a bank of thick clouds illuminating them and softening its own glow. Expanding from the sun, the clouds grew from dense to dappled; from darker to peachy orange. I was content, pondering that people can be divided into those who construct and those who demolish. A lady passing behind me noticed my snow-covered back and remarked, "It must have been some snow fight!" I smiled.
"No snow fight. Snow angels." She laughed and I walked on, head down, smiling at the irony.
17:55
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