Above the rambunctious, populated streets, the city is a place of hopes, dreams, memories and prosperity for many. Quickly becoming a destination for the lonely who stop to smell the fresh flowers and admire the bright bumblebees float aimlessly around. In a theatrical fashion, the clouds are tugged on by an invisible force that shields the yellow sunlight from touching the city walls. If the sky spoke, today would reveal a silhouette of melancholy only tears can write. As the sun shyly fades behind the grey clouds and shadows explore the rest of the horizon, the baby blue rushes toward the darkness. The ink spreads over the surface as a ferocious, intimidating strum of thunder erupts from the distance. A spectacular flash scares the sun from returning to the city and leaves the stage for a long night of wistful reflection
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