Yesterday, its mirrored curves had captured the colors of autumn leaves and blue sky. Now the ball held ominous clouds and a shifting pattern like broken glass, jet black and dull pewter. I watched, fascinated by how different they appeared from the sky overhead, their dance hypnotic and constantly changing. I glanced up at the sky, and when I looked down again, the miniature panorama of gray and black clouds had disappeared. In its place was a watery smear of pus-green and yellow, crosshatched with staticky black and white lines. What the fuck? As I stared the lines moved and swiftly formed a
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