The sky reflects my own uncertainty. The wind changes direction and a perspective swirls into thin vapors. Tracings left behind are a ghost poets words. It takes practice to read them; signs and portents. What message do you read in these clouds?
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clouds are so amazing...well the sky is endlessly fascinating, day or night. I think the clouds say:
"ask"
I don't know why.
Clouds are eternity and their tracings are all of the words and feelings ever expressed.
muslin ... the hide and seek of: sheerly veiled then opaque ..... i gaze with rapt attention.
lovely rdg
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