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So you know those days when the blue sky and the really intense swirly spiraling silver clouds and the fluffier little wooly white clouds dotted over them and the slanting light from the sun going down all conspire to make something so pretty it's kind of hypnotic, so you can't stop staring at it and sort of end up walking into things and falling down plaza steps? But it doesn't matter, because it's really just that pretty?

Yeah.