Photography Prompt: Smoke

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“I mean the things that we have and that we think are so solid—they're like smoke, and time is like the sky that the smoke disappears into. You know how a wreath of smoke goes up from a chimney, and seems all thick and black and busy against the sky... and then, in such a little while, it isn't there at all; nothing is left but the sky, and the sky keeps on being just the same forever.”— The

Magnificent Ambersons, Booth Tarkington