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Clouds

by @lynette-chiamaka-okoroike

The fluffy white clouds in the light blue sky are like float-able light clay. We can take one of them down, mash it, mold it, fold it, and smooth it, to create new images and objects. When finished, we can put our new creations right back up in the sky to love, adore, admire, cherish, and be proud of our achievements. The sky's the limit.
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