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Serenade of the Sky
Clouds as slow brass.
Clouds over New Orleans do not rush their set. Cotton, thunderhead, silver dissolving — each teaches drift.
Serenade is not romance only. It is weather with patience, sky filing mood above a city that refuses stillness.
Eternal youth is declined. Accurate is watching something change shape while you remain temporarily lighter.
The canvas shifts. You keep looking up.
JV · Dark Heart Labs