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  • Am I too adult to indulge in cloud gazing? The light is so beautiful and it is connecting all the things I am doing. Taking pictures of it and of its reverberating on the roofs. Listening to the music I recorded for this story. Reading Cowbird stories by Johnnie B. Baker and Clemson Page. It is not a narcissistic circle. It is just that sometimes, when you do not expect it at all, clouds tell you a story through the light they let trespass them. No end and no beginning, just the rare art of passing by. And you would like to spread that light on every single thing you are doing. And you want to fix them as they are. Even if this need is meaningless. Does this light promise rain? Does it promise sun? Who cares. It is passing by and it has the power of moulding your mood. It is about the thrilling of uncertainty. It is about unexpected pleasure. It is. About.
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