fluffy make-believe mountain ranges, brown-grey wisps of smokey cigars
feathers of cotton candy, yesterday's leftover firework puffs and other phantasmagorical dragons, icebergs of snow to be, a globe of sci-fi continents
destination approaches
hugging the horizon are not clouds
but daggers of perfect white peaks not yet melted
cloudlike
[2012.2.1...a]
Such a wonderful expression of the experience of cloud flying! Thank you.
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