Remember the clouds

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Remember the clouds of spring: thin, transparent silk. Skim milk clouds. And in autumn, those October clouds that can turn mean, and when they don’t, they are piled like spun sugar, clouds you can grab by the handful if you arms could reach. But summer, this summer, just this greasy blue, this frying pan sky. Calm yourself, Charlotte. Stay sweet.

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