As I fly

The clouds are the mistresses of the mountains, the sinful saints of the sea. Collecting secrets and projecting mysteries.

I want to skinny dip in the puffy white residue and intimately kiss the memories of our earth’s truths.

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short-prose-fiction says:

May 24, 2019 at 9:54 am

Gorgeous piece. “The clouds are the mistresses of the mountains, the sinful saints of the sea”

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1. amberangst says:
  
  May 24, 2019 at 9:55 am
  
  Thank you!! That is certainly how it felt as I flew above them watching nature’s seduction.
  
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  1. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    May 24, 2019 at 9:57 am
    
    My pleasure. Your writings are gorgeous.
    
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  2. amberangst says:
    
    May 24, 2019 at 10:00 am
    
    ❤
    
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  3. short-prose-fiction says:
    
    May 24, 2019 at 10:01 am
    
    🙂
    
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AC @ The Cracked Lens says:

May 24, 2019 at 11:39 am

Now, that is a wonderful way to look at flying and clouds.

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