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The Little Cloud
The Little Cloud
cloud
Every morning, Cloudy watched the sunrise in
the sky, shining brightly and spreading heat
everywhere.
Cloudy wondered:
-Why can't I be like the other clouds? white and
spongy that are light and dance with the sight,
instead I am heavy, cloudy, full of water and
gray in color.
The end
people who appreciate and love you for who you
are. And so Cloudy lived happily ever after,
knowing that being different was what made her
truly special.