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The clouds drift in the sky, obscuring the sun for a moment. Then that moment passes, and the sun warms your skin again. It’s a cold day, the type of day that necessitates a thick coat in the shade; but when the sun comes out, it’s too warm for it. You sit on the floor, in front of the large windows to soak up all the sun you can. Another cloud races over, obscuring the sun for a moment, its edges lit up, lining them in silver. It passes. A dust particle floats in the air, sparkling under the sun.