 | | 27/04/2015 12:32
Sur le blog Damsel In Dior
Swept Away
When I was a little girl I used to think that the clouds were heaven. And when people died, their spirits rose up into the clouds where they would find a cozy spot to sit and watch down over us.
If I missed a past relative or loved one, I would look up into the sky and study to clouds to find where they were. Often times, I would pick a medium sized cumulus cloud that looked nice and fluffy like a big ball of features. I was absolutely certain that my relative was sitting in that cloud. Then, as I would sit for an hour or so, I would have a conversation with that person in my mind. I would share all of my worries, my prayers, my stories. Sometimes I would sing to...
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