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agoodwinsmithI left work at the perfect moment. The sky had been grey all day, with assorted rain. Rain and grey. Grey and rain. It was raining like stink, and then, just as it was setting, the sun flooded out below a cloud making yellow leafed trees full of light and red leafed trees full of fire. And the air was that translucent molten shimmer, and I turned and saw:
