Types of Clouds

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  1. Wild_BillSeptember 5, 2011 at 9:19 AM

    "Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air
    And feather canyons everywhere, i've looked at cloud that way.
    But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
    So many things i would have done but clouds got in my way.

    I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
    From up and down, and still somehow
    It's cloud illusions i recall.
    I really don't know clouds at all."

    Joni Mitchell-First verse of "Both Sides Now"

    Beautiful words to match your beautiful photos!

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  2. Emily BrisseSeptember 7, 2011 at 7:12 PM

    Beautiful! I'll have to check out the rest of it!

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