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The waves crashed together in all of their glory,
their chaos creating a sense of relaxation within her,
She looked to the clouds as if each of them told a story.
The golden rays of the sun were starting to shine,
The sky is Grey
I know it’s Grey
I’ve been told it’s Grey.
I can see the Grey!
But I also see the other colors.
I see the red