There were these really soft clouds and they hung in the air surrounded by a pale blue sky; it was as if there were nothing but the clouds, they were everywhere. They seemed as if they were just marking time, taking up space, laying claim to their location; heck, one may have even thought they were so relaxed, that those clouds were on vacation. So they were as far as the eye could see, in suspended animation high above the trees. And I was just about to let them be when I got the strangest feeling that they were thinking about me.
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