Sailing Above the Clouds

Sailing Above the Clouds

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STRAND SERIES 1 (HUMSS) I have been admiring every shades of clouds, accepting every darkness from it, and seeing the beauty behind the stormy clouds. But for every sail above it, on an endless clouds, I have never saw myself sailing alone. Because in life, there will always be you. Who promised me to sail together, above the endless clouds.
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