Have you ever seen the purple clouds across the horizon?
The sun dipping itself into the violet of the night?
The sheer beauty pulls my mind to a wonderous place.
I love to watch the colors unravel then quickly slip away.
I am happy to have seen it, but the memory fades too.
Until the sky is once again painted with brushstrokes.
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