Approaching Armada

Tall clouds loomed high in the west, an approaching armada, sails furled purposefully.  The rising sun touched the topmost sheets, painting them a faint pink, mauve, a splash of bright against the blue sky above and the steely gray below, the ocean on which these ships sailed.  I soaked in this perfect picture, this heavenly mural that lasted a few minutes and was gone.

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