CLOUDS

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By michelle hoult

The clouds they are forming. The shapes of Angel’s wings. Angels turn to animals, rabbits, mice and kings. A glance. a smile, the awe of God. The human goodness avails. The clouds they are forming, rabbits, mice and kings

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