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Ethereal
“
Naomi gazed out at the rain-swollen puffs in the sky. She wanted to tell Liz that she knew all about clouds, that there was a permanently darkened one that hung over her like a heavy sack of soot. All-consuming, it weighed upon her shoulders, infiltrating and clotting her mind with its rabid poison. Instead, she turned her mind to the type of clouds she knew Liz was referring to: ethereal, marshmallow-esque, the mattresses in the sky upon which angels fell into a tranquil slumber.
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― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings
― Overflowing Nothings and Threadbare Everythings




























