Last night's sky did not produce great range of color, but the form was astounding. The clouds almost seemed like an old man's face blowing steam and light out of his mouth and nose.
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In the heavens
he has pitched a tent for the sun,
which is like a bridegroom
coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion
rejoicing to run his course.
Ps. 19:4-5 NIV
The Lord does whatever pleases him,
in the heavens and on the earth...
He makes clouds rise from the end
of the earth...
Ps. 135:6-7
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