Pining for a walkway to the clouds above, hoping to establish a foothold beyond earth's atmosphere.
Lovingly looking at beautiful cumulus clouds, wanting to reach up and touch them with all my senses.
Curious, I wonder if they have aromas, textures, or if they might taste good besides.
Clouds always touching my mind, why can't I touch them?
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