Today's sky is lazy and tumultuous, brimming with good ideas that involve water, grasshoppers, jackhammers, and baseball. Today's sky is a prose poem, a complete place setting of FiestaWare. When I look up at it, in a sudden flash I recall with perfect clarity a hypnapompic episode from last night, wherein I woke up and couldn't stop wondering what "Grover" from Sesame Street would look like if he were elderly.
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