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when i was four id stand there in awe seeing a baby cloud almost floating from the ceiling and so id chase it and swat it when it got in arms reach so i’d ball up my hands in fists and unfold to find nothing but clammy palms and pen marks every time _i was never good at attaining things that descend from the sky.._
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
floating lint
when i was four id stand there in awe seeing a baby cloud almost floating from the ceiling and so id chase it and swat it when it got in arms reach so i’d ball up my hands in fists and unfold to find nothing but clammy palms and pen marks every time _i was never good at attaining things that descend from the sky.._
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
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