A hot blue day had budded into something.
I wasn’t ready. The white clouds rearing
Aside were dragging me in four directions.
I wasn’t ready.
I had no reverence.
I thought I could deny the consequence–
But it was too late for that. Sylvia Plath
Sunday sky. I looked up as jets flew by overhead, so I’m not sure what they are.
I wonder…
…if there’s a message in these clouds.
What do you think?
Enchanted Seashells | Princess Rosebud 
Beautiful.
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Some people around here think it’s chemtrails…not just clouds.
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What unusual cloud formations! I’m not sure if I could read any message, but the final one reminded me of a jelly fish with all its trailing tendrils . . . if you sort of look at it sideways. š¤£
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For a moment, I thought the bottom one looked like pics I’ve seen of pulmonary veins in the lungs, strange I know! But I can also see what you see, a jellyfish!
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It’s interesting how we can all come up with something different. š
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