(For Tuesday May 27)
I love clouds. Particularly when they looked brushed across the sky or when they are plump and clump together. I love it when they are tinged with the colors of a new morning sky or with the close of a day. Clouds prompt gratefulness in me because I am reminded of the heavens and of the greatness of who created the heavens.
I love clouds. Particularly when they looked brushed across the sky or when they are plump and clump together. I love it when they are tinged with the colors of a new morning sky or with the close of a day. Clouds prompt gratefulness in me because I am reminded of the heavens and of the greatness of who created the heavens.
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