Good morning, afternoon, night.
Skies the shade of shale, fat with shale, with weather. Will there be weather tomorrow? Tomorrow will there be weather?
Our esteemed guest of honor says there will be weather, wind and clouds the fine, fine color of smeared eye shadow.
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