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The Immigrant Clouds

The night of the Super Moon, I was out on my balcony waiting for the show to start.  But clouds obliterated my view.  They slowly glided across the sky prohibiting me from seeing that much talked about Super Moon. It was irritating.

Finally the clouds began to thin out.  Visible once more, the moon looked me in the face and said:  What did you think—that the sky existed only for you?

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