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The sky was Maxfield Parrish blue
The sky was Maxfield Parrish blue with some clouds daubed in for show, a mix of mauve and lavender, light gray and dirty yellow. One could imagine, at the lake, slyphs slipping from their homes to sport with shy and … Continue reading