“Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ’morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass and’ the atlas, yay, only the atlas o’ clouds” – The Abbess – Cloud Atlas – David Mitchell.
The work of Dietrich Wegner.
Esme's Cloud 
It looks like something conjured right out of one’s childhood dreams!
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I know, they’re quite something else aren’t they? Not as comfy as the real thing mind 😀 sonmicloud
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Indeed. But if I can build my own cloud, I’d want something that really catches me 🙂
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A castle in the sky. But soft. 🙂 sonmicloud
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But I did find you long ago. Before you wrote this blog even there was me loving clouds. Before David Mitchell even wrote his book there was me looking up the sky. Before the movie, there was me imagining the millions of collisions that form rain. Our conversation on your future post continues here in your first. And when I found your blog it was like I had already found you. That’s why you captivate and inspire me. Like the water cycle there is no beginning or end, just motion and moving back and forth between phases. It’s hard to say that I’ve found you, if any many ways I’ve feel like I’ve never been without you. 🙂
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Aw. Well now. That’s so lovely — you can watch your films and read your books in any order you like after that.
Beautifully written, thank you Swarn, that’s lifted my day considerably – hugs him
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Hugs right back to you. ❤ It also might interest you to know that this first post of yours was posted on my 40th birthday. There’s a little love and magic for you today. 🙂
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Oooooo there is indeed young sir! – winks smiling broadly his way
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