Some days the clouds just seem confused, should they be gray, should they be white. Sometimes, when the sun manages to peek out, the edges of the clouds turn into a pale yellow, and the green leaves looks a little golden in the pale sunlight. In the habour, the ocean’s surface marched in a parade of choppy little waves. Then the sun retreats behind a gray cloud, and the sky, the leaves, and the choppy bursts into sliver flashes.
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Silver Gray
