Every cloud waits to be seen. I give you my eyes for a moment. I feel bad for all the ones I’ve missed. For in a few minutes, it will not look the same. All the work put into this piece and my eyes choose to look down. The grass isn’t as fleeting, there is comfort in that. But when I think of the clouds, I look up and see the ones that were waiting for me.

Maria Row

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