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  "description": "Approaching a junction, I looked up to the sky and saw a hole in the clouds unlike any I have seen before. I usually look up to the stone that must be at least a hundred years old: to the grey buildings – homes – in which I see so many stories.\n[...]",
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  "textContent": "Approaching a junction, I looked up to the sky and saw a hole in the clouds unlike any I have seen before. I usually look up to the stone that must be at least a hundred years old: to the grey buildings – homes – in which I see so many stories.\n\n[...]",
  "title": "Clouds; colour"
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