Whilst contemplating and cogitating upon words – specifically her own, and how they came to be in this place – it occurred to sonmi that she should offer up some thanks to the original being, (who was, and indeed is, great with pen – (may it’s literary offspring be hale and hearty)), who was the first to be presented with her wandering words, many aeons previous to this day, whilst she was out in the wilderness – and they did spake to her thus;

“And lo sonmi, go forth and find your Cloud and share it with the people, for your letters are most comely and I like them loads and stuff, and I declare this to be so.” – But sonmi was a-feared, and did not do as she was bade until many moons and suns had traversed over her head of red. Then all of a sudden a tornado from the heavens did cast her way up, high into the paths of the inscrutable four winds – and so it came to pass that sonmi fell for six of your Earth months, until one day – recalling those words of faith, placed within her so long ago –  a Cloud appeared as if through some curious magical arts below her. And twas thus that The Cloud caught sonmi, who was sorely grateful, and greatly sore, and she found that The Cloud and she had always been as one, but had lost each other over much time, many dimensions and other worlds.

And so it is, was, and shall be, for ever and ever Amen ACloud.

The moral of the tale being that from but small acorns mighty saplings/Oaks (and even some pretty feasible jokes), are born, but ye must plant said acorns in the first place for this to occur, and mirror the best that you see within those that you meet right back at them, that they may realise their true potential, (or at least grit their teeth and have a valiant try), for they will be most grateful for the effort, and perhaps even give you a sticky bun one day.

So, should the one who planted said seeds of belief within sonmi (no court cases filed as of yet), ever pass this way, they should know that from this day forwards (and from yea, long before-some) her thanks have been, and are, proffered and indeed offered, ten fold (origami style). And lo, they may even get a share in the profits, when the mini-series of her life makes mega-bucks.*
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*Terms and conditions apply.

*Probably.