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2003-23-03, 12:42 p.m.

You can't talk about clouds until you have been wrapped in them. You can't talk about the sea until you fly above an ocean of clouds. It was endless, miles upon miles of clouds, a blanket over the world. Does the world need comfort? This blanket holding warm air and cleansing showers? Does this blanket feel needed? To give hope to the people who have lost all faith in everything they touch and see? I feel that it lies within every person to dip her hand in the clouds and feel nothing but a cool mist. I am sure that it lies within everyone to have the pure desire of floating through these puffy mists.

Rocking to and fro, where you go nobody knows...

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