Damn, but if I need to learn about life all I need do is go out in the backyard morning.
The clouds are stratus far above in static streaks like still is still moving to me (Willie) while another layer puffy, grey, floats underneath and even lower still a wispy net like chimney smoke is bookin’ with the breeze.
Cloud events, happening parallel in time yet moving through it in separate sequencing of pace.
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