Clouds

Suddenly their destinies collided. The thoughts of a hundred minds put into one small place, in the air. Praying for safety, wanting not to miss or be missed. The clouds as neighbours, protocols as annoying predators; one place to another, the world as an enormous playground. How easy? How long? How many farewells waiting to be told? The frames of this escape, a nest of fears and hopes. The reckless resembles of a silence unborn because there is too much whispering in a single spot. Then the lady with red bows spoke: we are ready to board.

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Painting by Vladimir Kush.

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