The two hundred and thirty-first thing I love about us is that when we're together, we don't have to find silver linings to clouds ... because all the shapes we see in the clouds when I'm with you are beautiful.
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
Clouds are pretty doggone awesome!
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