Tag: misunderstandings
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I Really Don’t Know Clouds At All*
Sitting on my porch, the quiet draped over me like a warm blanket softly covering my shoulders. The sun flitted through the clouds, like an old friend playing hide and seek. Or more like a young child who can’t stay hidden for long and jumps out yelling, “I’m here!” I love sunshine and blue skies,…
Tip of My Iceberg 