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@ernestohemingwayo
Cool streams of white silk rush, eddy, launch foam tufts up & over there the dark ridge ascending. Even the slightest topographical change, a dip or jut or even yes the presence of a human body tho so small may nuance the flow, may twirl & ripple the fabric of a flowing cloud to let marbled gold columns shine thru, so that far below in green valley town the young adventurer looks up at the glint in the sudden wandering sunbeam & wonders - “One day when I’m Big, I’ll climb that marbling light like a ladder into them way-high clouds.”
