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Clouds.
Playing hide ‘n seek with the sun.
Now you see it, now you don’t, then it’s back again.

Clouds.
Puffy pillows of white and grey
Drifting silently amid a sky of brightest blue.
So tall, so majestic, so mystical.

Clouds.
A sign of rain to come.

Or snow or wind or light or shade.
Or swords of lightning that slash the ground.

Clouds

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