Today the clouds are really puffy. The setting sun makes them look gorgeous. I love them so much that I get all depressed. They're up there and I'm....down here. They look so white. So perfect. You can't right in a signal glance. It hurts your eyes. It's like what the Greeks believed. Mortals couldn't look at gods or else they'd die. In this case, the clouds are gods. They look it.
Funny thing about that belief, the Greek's one, is that gods punished people for watching them bath. Now how could that be if that person died?
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