
What would it be like to ride these clouds? A rollercoaster? A parasail? Or soft, airy, like feathers? Would they loop you around and back, or send you to some new place? Which would you choose?
And how do you reflect on the reflections of clouds?
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We'd never know how high we are,
till we are called to rise;
and then, if we are true to plan,
our statures touch the sky.
-- Emily Dickinson
Study without reflection is a waste of time; reflection without study is dangerous.
-- Confucius
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