
"A cloud is made of billows upon billows upon billows that look like clouds. As you come closer to a cloud you don't get something smooth, but irregularities at a smaller scale."
Sad to know he is gone, so grateful for all that he gave.
The inch of difference between gilded chamber and padded cell. Or the ramblings of a mad woman who keeps losing everything but her reason.
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