Clouds

The blanket of snow stretched out for miles, further than the naked eye could see. It was pearly white against blue, fluffy. Clouds. They were travelling along in miles per hour and all to be seen were layers upon layers of clouds. It was beautiful, really. Crystal clear. No one, except for the passing bird or plane, could disrupt the life up here. It was fresh and free from the disasters of humanity. A drop of water, a free spirit, as they descended through the white smoke.

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