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Sea of Umbrellas
The morning sun lit the sky orange. I stood at the red light
with rain dripping off my nose and a smile on my face. I was mesmerized, where
I came from it seldom rained. “This is glorious!” I said, twirling until I saw
the sea of dome shaped canopies coming to swallow me up. The really sad part, I
thought, was that the people rarely noticed the sky or the rainbow as they
scurried to work, oblivious under their shields.
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