Umbrella: The Clouds Tell Stories

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Every breath you take smells like the color blue. So rich that I’m able to see a clear sky with every exhale you release. An invisible mist of your kindness that beckons my full attention. It isn’t apparent. It isn’t apparent that I think of you this way. It isn’t apparent that you even think of me. I did know one thing. We were soaring. Soaring high over the city unaware of a future. Our past wasn’t much, we had just met. This experience is new to me, but you’ve been here before. This wasn’t your first trip to cloud nine. My hand was stamped on my arrival while you were simply let in. In this night sky you are my sun and nothing shines brighter than you. Nothing.

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