I suppose there are different poles around which our lives revolve. Sometimes two lives come near each other from those poles, just to be separated. I looked up and saw clouds moving along fast under the clear blue sky, as if they were in a race. At times those clouds would merge with one another. When they merged, they’d form strange shapes. Sometimes they would change colors, too. Then they would separate. You couldn’t tell, then, if they were ever together. But they continued racing.

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