Sometimes I feel like I'm in a neoclassical painting.
There are so many colors and they're so extreme.
The clouds don't move until a slight wind pushes my hair back.
They are my favorite things here, the clouds; they know all the stories.
They guide and guard us and I'll always feel safe then the sky is crowded.
I love the cotton-like textures that could be punctured with just a needle.
I love how they could just dissolve in my mouth and hydrate me.
I love that any shape can be made with just one.
I love how they look like felt pearls.
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