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May 23, 2017 - 84 words
The sky tonight looks like a mess of watercolor mistakes, bruised blue and blurred gray all blended together like some confused painting. The wind is slashing through the sky and making the palm trees outside my window sing like a celestial choir. It’s chilly! I like this temperature: midwestern May transplanted to southern California. I put on my casual but sharp-looking layers, wrap a scarf around my neck and head down to the south bay. It’s a good night to go on a date.