The gentle breeze kisses my skin, while the sun hugs me in its warmth.
I stare at the clouds wondering if the sky has always been that blue.
The clouds roll slowly through the air as I find dragons and ships hidden within them.
People scurry around me like ants in a frenzy.
What are their lives like, where are they going in such a hurry?
I wonder when they last looked at the clouds?
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