Clouds

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Voluptuous temptations like swirls of cotton candy or spongy marshmallows.

Turbulent shapeshifters that ignite spirit and imagination.

Greeter of gods and ungraspable by man.

Resting place for dragons at dawn and at dusk, as the dragon's flames scorch them with hues of orange or violent pink.

Creators of ambiance whether shrouding the land or soaring high in the sky.

Teachers of tranquility and, dually, of rage.

Posers for, always, the perfect photo.

"You mean the clouds?" They ask.

"Yes, the travelers of the world and the most formidable beauty"

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