I lay on my back and looked at the summer sky, imagining all kinds of shapes in the clouds. Some looked like big cotton balls, others looked like the cotton batting they used to use in cheap prison mattresses, and then there was this one little cloud by itself that looked like the cotton from an aspirin bottle.
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