Lying on her back, arms under head; she gazed up at the wispy clouds. They were whispering to her, secrets that she didn't yet understand. She whispered back to them, "you are beautiful". A warm breeze blew threw her hair, and tickled her face. The clouds moved more quickly now, they were changing form, and moving to the east. "Take me with you," she thought, "take me to that secret place. The place you float off too in dreams of colors and swirling mountains of cream and castles". The clouds slowed down as did the wind. She earnestly looked at the clouds, mouth agape. The clouds replied with no answer. She sighed, a moment later; they continued to whisper to her. "I'm listening." She said softly. "You have such lovely voices".
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