The clouds drape the buildings like dirty wool. Far below, at ground level, a man reaches up to hold his umbrella steady. It is bright and floral, a ridiculous item to be sashaying about, taunting the sky with its defiant display. The man regains control of the thing and continues on, while over-head a flurry of plastic bags and paper twirl and lift along a current of wind.
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