WHEN CLOUDS FLOAT EAST, AND SOME FLOAT WEST. LIKE COTTON BALLS, THEY FORM A NEST. BUT WHEN THEY MEET, A THUNDEROUS CRASH. AND OTHER TIMES, THEY MERGE LIKE MASH. THIS PLACE THEY MEET, TO BE UNITED. IS A CONVERGENCE ZONE, OF THE UNINVITED.
Reason for writing:
I live in the Seattle, Wa. area.Birth sign: Not entered
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