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And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause, And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, Cheers me dears, From time to time The clouds give rest To the moon-beholders., He's waiting in the wings He speaks of senseless things His script is you and me boy, Me love you long time, Murky Buckets, Our breath that berates before our eyes - The ground beneath that shakes under our weight, Our collars were high and our hats were extremely soft. We would surprise each other with alphabets made of twigs., Scene of the crime, Tagging along and away for more than a year and a day, Thanking You, Your eyes make a circle I see you when I go in there
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It seemed like any other ordinary day. Then the skytrain arrived bearing word that time had made some irrevocable changes; Sonmi, then Esme, and her Cloud had been drifting through the blogosphere for a full…two years.
The missive’s message sank in. Two years had flown by and she’d flown with them, and, as in all other dimensions, out of sync. There were mornings, days and nights that lasted for months at a time, yet weeks flashed by with a span of twenty-four hours. Time was wrapped around her like a transcendental electric blanket.
It was noted that at 435 days in, sonmi (as was), found herself in the following predicament –
https://sonmicloud.wordpress.com/2015/03/11/435-days-later/
Some of those wanderers have drifted away to new shores, some remain, steadfast, loyal, riding with her and she wishes them all well.
And so it came to pass that Esme (as is), this very morning, saw the mist lifting and gazed at the 142 people hiding behind trees, bushes, cars, row boats on rough seas, planes, hot air balloons, magic carpets and steamships, all of them to a wombat, following her.
The Cloud produced a giant cake from its innards the size of a football pitch, and Esme called out to each and every one of her followers, be they official or not, named or anonymous, chattering gaily, or silent partners for eternity, to join her; and so they did, one by one, some more shy than others, some beeping giant horns of glee, and she saw that they all had a single balloon grasped in their sweaty little hands. She tied each air-filled smile to the Cloud’s balustrade, and up, up, up they all floated into the blue yonder… to where?
Time will tell.
Thank you, one and all.
- Esme piloting the Clouds.
Two years, huh!? Congratulations are in order. Well done Madame! Well done.
gives a warm smile, removes top hat and gives a low Elizabethan bow to the Lady
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How kind of you to say so Professor Taboo! curtsies low, offers him a slice of cake and a nice cup of tea, and notes that his balloon has an evil smiley face upon it, a pointy beard, and red horns.
-esme waving from the stern upon the Cloud
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Such a gorgeous and richly crafted expression of gratitude; and yet . . .
“We love you in the morning sun, we love you in our dreams . . .
We never want to say goodnight, miracle goodnight”
. . . the gratitude must flow back, amplified, to you dear Esme. ❤
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Thank you Hariod, beautifully said as ever. I’m glad to have you on board, may the Cloud sail on for many years to come. * hugs Aitch then hands over a piece of cake with extra icing on, and a party hat that pronounces Hariod to be a ‘Party Animal’ – it is in the shape of a bear’s head. Hariod growls back*
❤
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Happy Anniversary, Esme! Is it chocolate cake…?
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Thank you FF! It is chocolate cake, in parts, and Victoria sponge in patches, there’s a small fruit layer for people who are feeling fruity (nuts obviously), and the base is ringed with jam tarts. hands over a large slice and gives FF a hat in the shape of a library
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Congrats Esme – Time has certainly flown by!
Thanks for sticking with it my friend! 😀
Now… “Two more years! – Two more years!”
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Thank you masodo, you have been he on the Cloud with me from the early days too – I’m glad you wanted to ‘stick’ around masodo’s feet are set in a block of concrete;poor sod.
Raises a glass with him to another two indeed, and serves up a big plate of tarts and chocolate cake for him
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Yumm Eeee
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And so it was said…
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It was said, I heard it with my own ears, and got the t-shirt too. nods
Thank you for commenting sir, you shall have cake gives him a slice of the chocolate quarter
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I only eat cheesecake. Veles wills it thus.
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esme produces a Madagascan vanilla, vegan cheesecake from within the Cloud, what with her being the hostess, with the mostest
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You know Tubularsock isn’t interested in all of that, can Tubularsock just have a second piece of cake?
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esme shoves a large plate of cake into his face and watches him happily lick it off for the next hour
Thank you Tubular. bows laughing
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Beautiful beautiful. xx
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Thank you Jessie, you are a love. cuts a hole in the centre of the cake for Jessie to hide in and gives her a pot of Yorkshire tea and an exquisite China cup (no bones folks) to sip said tea from She can eat her way out. nods
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Thank you heaps much. By the way, what is Yorkshire tea?
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It is the tea of the Gods. nods a lot
I thought I sent you a Yorkshire teabag in your parcelled hat. Remiss of esme if missed.
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I love how backwards God spells dog. Maybe god is a dog. Anyway, tea, is that the one with no covering?
I’m making a love one now
If the whole world tied itself in knots, it would shrink by at least 25% I predict
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Backwards Jesus is sausage too – suseJ
Yes it is the one with jo covering, I must have missed it off the list, so a mystery solved. Tis very ‘English’ tea, a popular one. Yorkshire is a place not far from where the Cloud sits at present, and it has some beautiful scenery, kind people, great tea and shite chip shops. Still you can’t have everything eh? laughs.
I think you’re right re the knots, we need to unravel the balls of string first. nods.
esme sat with Jessie drinking Love Tea upon the Cloud
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Haha! What! Never knew that , susej made my day. I didn’t have any of the teas as it was a hot day and I decided on a cocoa smoothie. Liked it so much , I made another after the first!
Sounds good, Yorkshire. I will try imagine myself somewhere, and let you know if I succeed and or feel any different upon sippage alla rampage!
Hopefully there is someone with a job called ‘unravel balls of string’ who works for free
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“sippage alla rampage!” – What an excellent way to describe drinking tea Jessie. Makes for a riotous tea party I reckon laughs.
The String Unravellers have been on strike for just over a thousand years due to unfair payment issues. I did enquire if there was any chance of them returning to work but their spokesman said “I’m a frayed Knot”.
esme clashes cymbals and bows
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perfect!
Your frayed knot delicacy for some reason reminded me of this add (please don’t ask)
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Ha! Thank you. I can see no connection to the ad, but I liked the enormous teeth. doesn’t ask.
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I even hesitated to post it because of the absolute randomness, but I never disobey my momentary mind pop up adds aka intuition ?
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Oh no, always slot random beads onto the same string if you find you wish to, who knows what unusual bells will ring?!
esme stringing them all along upon the Cloud
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I agree 🙂
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The chip shops are NOT shite 😦 Well, OK, they weren’t shite 30 years ago. Maybe they are now. But I can’t bear the tea. Horrible stuff. I am an Indian tea person myself. But, no cake thanks 🙂
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They really are terrible, and have been for twenty years, but only in the parts of I have visited regularly. There may well be some cracking ones that slipped through the radar, but I have never had anything but soft, slouching pallid chips there. If you do know of a good one, from memory, let me know! laughs.
I like so many varieties of tea. The best for day to day, for me, is Clipper, but it isn’t cheap. Then again if you get very, very cheap tea, you have a bag of nasty tasting powder in your cup. I’ve never been able to get a taste for iced tea mind you and Pu’er tea is quite foul to my taste buds.
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Must be age but I have fond memories of chips in newspaper, with bits on, from our local fish and chip shops. (halpad has developed and allergy to ffish. It’s either no f or two.) Bought some Clipper tea once. Made Partner use it up for work. Twinings breakfast is the standard fare at, unsurprisingly, breakfast time.
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Chips in newspaper…yes, that seems to be far and few between these days. All that lovely ink on your hands too.
Technology gets bored and likes to piss us off at times I reckon.
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Congrats on 2 years!
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Thank you! hands her a slice of cake and a party hat in the shape of Saturn
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I want to send a pair of birthday candles, but I’m afraid the wind would blow out the flames up there. :0)
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Thank you Madalyn, luckily the Cloud had a word with the Wind and bribed it to Sid off for a few hours so all candles have save passage whilst up at the party. gives her two jam tarts and a slice of Victoria sponge, with a magic hat that is impossible to blow off.
– esme smiling and waving upon the Cloud
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Oh Esme …I just love you ! ( I’m gone on a journey till next month but I just have to say how very grateful I feel for your beautiful cloud presence in my life ) hugs , megxxx
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So kind of you to spend the time commenting with such thoughtful words Meg. I’m touched, and glad to have you aboard, enjoy your trip! packs some of the fruit cake and a hat with an umbrella and torch attached to the top of it for Meg to see her way clearly and remain dry out there.
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