Nature

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When we look up at the sky and imagine the drifting clouds just the way we like, it feels as though our minds are painting dreams across the heavens. Each cloud becomes a vision of a wish, carried gently by the wind. In that moment, our inner child awakens, our eyes fill with peace, and our hearts expand as wide as the sky. It’s as if the sky is the sketchbook of our soul- where imagination knows no bounds.

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Absolutely poetic! The sky as a soul’s sketchbook is such a stunning thought.

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