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  • There is a certain "something" to feel the clouds move above my head. A magic element in which my head can quiet down and belong to a world beyond me, a more peaceful place, where I can go out of my self, and become part of the story in the scenery.
    Like a romantic moment in someone's life who is living some profound experience and realizing something transcending about themselves, or a tender scene with two individuals deeply in love that can share the silence in peace.
    As I watch these clouds move on, I feel I am part of history, and someone is watching and writing this happen.

    But its only me and the coziness of my thoughts.
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