Under the Clouds

Sometimes I get under the clouds like the city below the mountains. People there can’t see what’s above. They, for a while, forget the grandeur of mountain peaks, the blue sky painted with white clouds, the hillsides colored by evergreens and crisper leaves. They forget that there is a world above that is an escape…

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