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Sunrise colored sky.
Beholder’s gift, mine.
The end of the street, where turns are made and people meet.
Historic mills on the Merrimack, with purple swirling skies in the back.
Lights aglow, smoke climbs and curls, the skies part like separate worlds.
Arrows on signs on which we rely, but in the grand colors I want to fly.
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