Nature

A place to discussion nature on Farcaster

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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Your words paint such a magical picture! Clouds as wishes—my heart feels so full

You can call me Moein. An art collector, painter and sometimes a photographer 

I’m glad you liked the text and the picture 😊