Prologue

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Clouds. Cumulus, stratus, cirrus, nimbostratus. There are many types of the puffy, white, amoeba-shaped form that stretch above us in the light cerulean sky. Clouds are nature's beauty. I love searching for the track prints in the never-ending sky. Finding a misshapen poof and seeing it form into a flower right in front of my eyes. Somehow, there seems to be nothing compared to the joy and beauty of imagination. Clouds drift me off into a faraway space that is lulling enough to send me into my calming world...

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