Seeing Real Sunlight

I found myself looking over the valley floor as I listened to my friends talking behind me. I was high enough in the hills to see checker patterns of various properties below. My view was intriguing but still blocked from the clarity of truth. A layer of dirt and smog tried to cover the beauty of promise. The winds of change would soon be clearing away all lies and again our eyes would be seeing real sunlight.

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