Monday, June 1, 2015


Dreamy puffy clouds make me feel so bouant, when I am laying on one, looking down at the world at night all twinkly and alive, I know I am safe and warm and buffetted from all danger and nefarious activities. It's all just a lovely haze. If I want to, I can take the cloud wherever I want. "To Amsterdam", I say, and the cloud whooshes over there, and I find a beanstalk to climb down and then I wander around the streets for a while, taking in the spicy smells and laughing in amusement at the brusqueness of my fellow humans before returning to the safety of my cloud

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