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The sun was nervous, Stage fright. Opening night jitters. Even though he'd been here a thousand times before, there was no guarantee that the public would approve of his work. There was a lot of pressure to be original and, frankly, he was running out of ideas. Considering what he had to work with, the sea, clouds, a few shades of purple and pink he'd done remarkably well. But there were limits. Fortunately humans had short memories. No one remembered how a sunset looked a week ago let alone from 2600 BCE. But he remembered and the fraud made him uneasy. It was a beauty. The purples and pinks brought out the best in the clouds. It was one of his best. But this wasn't a retrospective, this was opening night and his public expected greatness. The applause and the compliments filled him with joy. And the cameras, always the cameras. A chill ran down his back as he realized he'd never be able to cheat the public again.
micheledutcher - Simply a concise moment in time, told from a different perspective. Nice!
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