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We report under the fastest clouds that we have seen in some time: it is a dry morning, which we are thankful for given this wild wind. It feels quite pleasant when we step outside, even though our hair is very much in our face. Flashes of pink light catch us through the clouds.

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We report: these long days keep on getting longer, and the sun lingers at the door while the clouds bruise purple and pink. The moon struggles to find room in the interlude, but we feel exactly in the right place in this instant, our shoulders damp with evening drizzle.

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L'éclipse du 8 juillet 1842 à Venise, par Ippolito Caffi.

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We report a little late in the day: every time we look at the sky, the wind shear is taking it to different places, and simultaneously too. As a result of these contradictory movements, we see a display of the Kelvin-Helmholtz instability, rolling waves crowning the clouds.

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We report: in this place, the air smells warm, the ground is dry, and dust collects on rearview mirrors. Our expert resisted the urge to draw something there. We saw the wheat growing past our knees in the fields. None of the clouds came on the wind today.

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excuse me, who are you? excuse me, who are you? excuse me, who are you?

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I do painted work, pixely halftone 'graphics' style, and combos of that. :-) opening July for grotty art projects. carly (at) carlydraws (dot) com #art #ttrpg #ttrpgart

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BIG GOAT LITTLE GOAT is this month's free one page game. One of you is a big goat. The other is a little goat. If you need to know more than that, this game is probably not for you. PDFs and "design notes" here: www.patreon.com/posts/128931...

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A French film swept Japan in the '50s — and its impact on Japanese animation was immense. Among its fans were Hayao Miyazaki, Isao Takahata and their co-workers at Toei Doga. We explore how they saw it, why they loved it and what they learned: animationobsessive.substack.com/p/the-french...

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We report from our front door: we had not expected the sun to be quite so shy on the first day of meteorological summer. The clouds are sweeping the sky at a great pace, and the gale raises a few shivers in us. We dare say it is a little bit cold even when the sun comes out.

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Blood and souls for my lord Arioch!

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Every day that this horror continues, I think of Omar El Akkad's tweet: "One day, when it’s safe, when there’s no personal downside to calling a thing what it is, when it’s too late to hold anyone accountable, everyone will have always been against this."

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I may or may not have a book releasing tomorrow from @hollowpress.bsky.social

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We report: in the small hours of the morning, we caught a few fairies dancing far above the storm. They immediately hid from view again, obviously self-conscious of our noticing them. Our expert whispered about transient luminous events, as though afraid of spooking them away.

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After Swimming

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We report: the sky is swelling with dark clouds, ones that feed on the humidity and the thick warmth that has been brewing through the afternoon. No matter how fast we walk, we cannot seem to get away from the shadows of the developing storm. It is not raining yet.

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Audio fiction friends, let's boost this! An incredible sounding musical audio drama is currently crowdfunding. It's produced by two women of colour and looks gorgeous. Musicals always cost a lot to make, so let's spread the word and help it happen!

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We report: over the mountains, the clouds march forever, snagging on the tops, filing them down with the use of rain and time. It is the oldest story that clouds can tell, and it has not ended yet. We do our part by retracing the steps that others have walked before us.

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We report in the brittle sunset light: we watch the clock in the evening lately. With only a few days left in May, we pay extra attention to how much sunlight we get, and like a patient stretch, we do see the minutes add up. Just a little bit more day, every day.

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We report: we are headed for a dark, cloudy night under the new moon. The birds are slowly quieting, and the wind is dying down to a whisper. The humidity that has built over the past few days has our head retreating between our shoulders. We get startled by a passing train.

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I got Procreate! Just waiting to get a stylus now so I’m trying it out with my finger

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We report after the rain has passed: we watch the clouds move on, and we understand the volume of water that just hammered the windows a little bit better. The glass panes are still blurry with beads of rain, and there is a steady stream running in the gutters.

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We report: it is windy like it has not been in a long while, and now that all the trees are full of leaves, their rustling sounds like a clamour. The wind shear is streaking through the clouds in a confusing pattern, and the sunshine wavers with the movement of the branches.

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We report as we are waking up for the third time this morning: there is a couple of magpies loudly bickering in a tree nearby, in the manner that befits them. The cackling and the strange whirring sounds have been piercing through our dreams every time we fall back asleep.

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We report: while the sun was setting, we watched as lights blinked on in the distance. We and everyone else trying to prolong the day, stretch it a little further, though the light was gone. We tried to hold off on our own lights til our eyes stung from squinting in the dark.

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We report while the evening is beginning to burn the afternoon light away: there is unshed rain in the shadows of the sky, and there are motes of dust taking all the sunshine for themselves. It is one of those decisive moments of the day when everything shifts so much faster.

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We report: after many tribulations, we are confident that this is planet Earth - what with the sky, the grass, the bearable temperature, and the breathable air. We feel smaller than ever before under these billowing columns of steam. Our expert did not miss their pollen allergy.

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It’s Mary Anning’s birthday, so time to share @katebeaton.bsky.social’s brilliant cartoon again.

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We report as the sun rises from a below freezing night: we are certain that we found the right solar system, but we are not so sure about the planet. The sun is tiny and cold, and the sky is strange and empty. Our expert is taking a close look at the dust that covers everything.

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We report: we got very, very lost at some point tonight. We took a couple of wrong rights, and certainly could have used a map or two along the way. We now find ourselves very far from home; we shall hope for our own safe return. We only need to find the correct north star.

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We report a little while after sunrise, and the clouds are carefully closing in on every last bit of clear sky. Enough of sunshine for today, they tell us, now we shall meet darkness once again. While we listen, we can see the sky opening up on the other side of the horizon.

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We report: we are witnessing the formation of the crispest, purest cirrus that we have every seen. Their shapes are full of intent, bold leaps into the heights of the troposphere. As they keep developing, we almost think we hear a sharp, crystalline hiss when they collide.

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a very personal tragedy for me today: the cloud appreciation society website is down

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We report in the not quite bright, but certainly early morning: over the harbour, the sky actually seems to be darkening instead of brightening. We hear the wind growing stronger in the clinking of the sailboat masts, the agitation of the gulls. We can smell nothing but brine.

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