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We report: we constantly underestimate the fabric of our universe, even as we are aware that it is a much larger, much more colourful tapestry than we could ever conceive. For every little thing that has been understood and explained, there are millions more that escape meaning.

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We report: there is rock salt on the sides of the roads, and black ice on the parking lot where our expert's car was parked through the night. A surprising quantity of birds can be heard in the countryside. We find a few gathered around mistletoe in an aspen, picking at berries.

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We report: there is only a light breeze on the beach, but it is enough to carry a substantial amount of sea-spray. Only the ocean can tire us out this way, make us bone-weary, and the cold has gone to our feet despite all our layers. We also feel particularly alive.

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One headline to rule them all

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We report in the space of a few seconds, while the light shines just at the right angle, through the correct type of air: there is a small bit of iridescence sojourning on the edge of a cloud. This time, for once, we let it vanish without alerting anyone to its presence.

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We report: today, the fog is so dense that even our expert's keen eyes are starved for details. The sky seems a nebulous concept when brought down so low to the ground. We watch minuscule droplets of water dance in front of the fog lights, and the day goes by unseen.

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We report: someone has lit a fire in the neighbourhood, and we have trouble telling smoke from clouds. The days have not grown much longer yet, and the sunsets still seem to last hours, holding on tightly to each end of the afternoon. We tread well-worn grooves in muddy paths.

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We report: this year, we had endeavoured to keep count of all of our blinks. We lost count within roughly seven minutes after the clock struck midnight. For the next year, we have decided to abstain from such resolutions, although we do hope to see a few more sunrises.

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We report: the days are shorter and shorter, the clouds are speeding across the sky, and we keep finding dead leaves in our hair when we come home. Autumn is giving way to winter with each drop of the thermometer, and each gust of wind in our ears. The sky is burning out.

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We report: here we are, breathing in more brine than air, and perhaps our lungs will rust. The damp has gotten to every part of us already, and our mind is foggy, and our hands are salt-sticky. We will probably be something new once we get back, a creature from the deep.

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We report: we spend so much time trying to be at the right moment, at the right place, that we sometimes forget about good things happening by chance. The sunset snuck up on us, and it almost upset us, that it looked so nice, that we had not anticipated it. We felt happy.

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We report in the few loose minutes before dawn, the ones that we all pretend to count carefully as though we were able to measure that stretch of time. We are sitting in the grass with our expert as they take notes, slowly realising they were lying about how dry the ground is.

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We report: the rain today was relentless, stubborn enough to make appearances every hour of the day. The sun came out just before sunset, and the rain tried to wash out even the rainbow - but rainbows, rain, sunshine, unstoppable force, immovable object, and so on.

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We report: we were not expecting the sun to work this hard today. Through rain and hail, while the clouds were but a blanket covering the whole sky, the sun remained somehow visible, invariably found a window or a door through which it could slip. We feel moved.

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We report: our throat sometimes catches at nightfall. The emotion is tough to identify, neither sadness, relief, or joy - something muddled that comes from a hidden corner of our mind, that stirs when the light dims. In autumn, it visits us a little bit earlier every day.

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GPT-5 will suffer four consecutive years of severe emotional breakdown trying to say something new about Foucault

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We report from our vantage point: we cannot seem to find a high enough hill to see above the clouds. We have compromised for feeling a bit taller than usual, and it is worth it to watch the shadows that the clouds cast on the fields. We feel a misplaced sense of superiority.

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We report: the wild strawberries are reddening, the poppies and the thistles are flowering. We are in the space between the beginning of meteorological summer and the beginning of astronomical summer, which makes for petty, useless debates in daily conversations.

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We report from the exact right angle, at the exact right moment, a burst of light, something fierce and bright. That sunshine would have been scattered into the sky anyway, but to see it surge from behind the clouds like this has to count as something special, perhaps a miracle.

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We report at the hour when ghosts appear, walking in the middle of the road. It is not enough of a place that we imagine any cars could come by here and now, but we keep listening for them anyway. Instead, we hear echoes of a motorway in the distance, and the wind in our ears.

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We report: the sun is falling down, but it is all going to be alright. It is going to get colder, but it will be alright. And the shade grows to take our shoulders and our neck, but we will be fine when our head disappears too. Ah, but in our sleep, we will dream of the sun.

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We report: quite early, we are taking a look at the weather for the first time today. It seems that much time has been spent stacking clouds over the night, some sort of misshapen pile of grey that could topple over at any point. We do not know how we are to sort this out.

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We report: oh the messiness, oh the inconvenience of beautiful weather. We could leave it be, go through our days without care for what the sky doing. The intricacies, after all, do not matter in the grand scheme of things. But, truth is, we abandon everything for a nice cloud.

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We report from the inside of a cloud: we can see the mist roll over the grass, heavy and slow in the stillness that the fog invokes. We think we ought to move at the same pace, that we ought to let the fog do what it needs to do so that it may rise at some point.

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We report: a little dip back into winter, these last few days. It is all very well and good to imagine going past a certain point and affirm that "here is the new season", but the reality of the matter is much different. Still, the sun makes valiant efforts to climb ever higher.

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We report about a conspiracy: the clouds are swallowing the sun, curling around it, smothering it as though they could snuff it out if they tried hard enough. We know from experience that this is something the sun will come back from. We still stare with a low level of anxiety.

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We report: we have to watch the stars so that they will not fall, that is our job, we are paid for it - or so our expert says. We do not mind. It is late and our eyes feel very dry, but we could keep watching for the rest of the night, if we are allowed to blink a few times.

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We report: in a corner of the sun where the light leaks out in oily streaks, we found something that we could see with our naked eyes. Hours later, it sticks, persistent, a brazen stroke of odd colours that we are not all that familiar with. The clouds have long gone.

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We report: a walk in the dark, high humidity, low atmospheric pressure, dew point of 6°C. There is a cat skittering just out of sight, following and running from us all at once. We never see what it looks like exactly, but it waits for us at the edges of the shadows sometimes.

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We report about how we got here at low tide on a sunny day, and then everything changed very quickly. The sea started rising fast, and we had to play tag with it as it licked our heels; then we saw the rain come in, a thick, dense wall, and we knew exactly where it was going.

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This sums it up perfectly. It’s not a conversation.

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We report: one day, at sunset, we started marching towards the horizon with the sincere (naive, but sincere) hope to make it last longer. We quickly had to stop in our tracks when we came upon a body of water. Tonight, we would walk into the sea if we had to, to make this last.

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We report about spending time wishing for time, and the time lost there. Maybe time spent watching the sky counts double, and if so, we will have lived double the time. We have surely given much of our time to the sky, we certainly feel it has given much of it back. What a treat.

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We report about the layer of ice covering everything, including the sky, including us. We are concerned that our eyeballs will freeze if we do not keep winking. We are not seeing any birds this morning, and we are also worried that they might frozen onto branches in the distance.

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We report sometime around sunrise (what sun, rising from where, one might ask on this cloudy morning). The light, weak and mournful, does not weigh enough to reach down the deep blue dark of the ocean. The sea, torn by the wind, is busy frothing and making everything capsize.

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We report about a sunrise through the rain - not much rain, but the sky is a little hazy through it nonetheless. Sure enough though, behind thin, intricate layers of clouds, the sun broods. The mist is coming up from the sea, and we can taste salt on our lips. Good morning.

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We report about lava, glowing magma, an eruption, all the smoke all the fire. And we may stay here long after the embers have gone cold, until it has all turned into rhyolite and obsidian, slag and basalt under our feet, the ashes fallen to the ground; but the fire stays with us.

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We report: one more fall into shadows, one more quick meeting between sun and moon. Winter is settling in like one sitting down after a hard day, creaking knees and careful movements. We have been staying up too late, clutching the slippery remaining hours of this year.

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We report: out of the billions of sunsets that this planet has known, this one is not any more or any less special than the ones that came before it. It seems, though, that our tiny little human brain cares very little about those numbers. This sunset is the most special.

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I have come to feel that the more I can keep a relationship free of judgment and evaluation, the more this will permit the other person to reach the point where he recognizes that the locus of evaluation, the center of responsibility, lies within himself. - Carl Rogers

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We report, sitting among strewn-about pieces of this day, the remaining crumbs of sunlight putting their all into igniting the sky. We plan on seeing all the faces of the sky before we die, our expert and we. It seems we have to, the full infinity of them, and then one more.

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Happy Partially Muscled Skeleton Stands By The Perimeter Fence And Screams For Thirty Seconds Before Vanishing day for those that celebrate

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Happy Circulatory System Wandering Through the Kitchen Day to all who celebrate!

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