this isn't how I planned for my life to look like," I whispered under my breath as I walked to my car "tell me about it," an eavesdropping cloud replied to me from above I looked up and watched the cloud billow between looking like a dove and an open hand the cloud continued: "I used to be a snowfield in Montana. I used to be a dewdrop kiss o... See more

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