biking downhill I can see the clouds, and there are so many. Billowing, blowing, blooming, growing like that prolific green refrigerator mold, or, I guess if I want to be cliche, like cotton stuffing. It was pink and blue and yellow and later on reddish. I only got a glimpse, and i felt lucky to see it. I don't know how to describe it in words, I
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