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Cloud could you mirror the echoes of my heart and softly send them back to me with cotton candy edges?

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 21, 2021.
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The marquee, as if in cheery echo of summer spun cloud, speaks of sweet days ahead.

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The clouds that day were blue, as if I were in a cartoon world or, perhaps, as if all the oceans were up there and the sea beds were quite dry.