Date: 7/24/2012 2:32:30 AM
When everyone around in the city waiting for summer to end I am stuck at beautiful clouds it presents. Each one is little different from the other, says different story, paints different picture in various colors. Some paintings are white some are gray but I like the evening clouds when they have bathed with golden light of sun, crimson. I walked with few last evening telling them how happy I am. They responded with few little drops.
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