More than a silver lining. A silver cloud. Nudging a grey one. Do you see a bird? Or is it a sculpture? I think of it as a hand suspended in mid-air. A corrugated tin roof. Twisted. Reaches out. To the sky. Not an outstretched palm. A hand that gives. You can find it anywhere. You can become it. If you see a silver cloud and watch it join hands with a grey one.
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