She told me in her language her name means Cloud.

She changes like and with the wind. Hard to hold and impossible to pin down.

I don’t know why she intrigues me, but here I am.

She hates if I write about her.

The rains have left and the sun is shining brightly. There are only clouds in the distance There… Is that the past?

Dennis Mantin

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