Clouds part for the sky to open. The clouds are nothing, really;
collections of moisture, residue, flecks of this and that;
refracting and blocking light so that they form seemingly
significant apparitions over our view. They come and go –
sometimes uplifting, sometimes threatening – across the sky
that is always just there. Clouds are like the continuous
stream of thoughts that cross the sky of our consciousness.
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