Gloria could see the wind.

Because as the clouds moved across the sky, they became delicate wisps of vapor.

Streaking across the atmosphere in a beautiful spectacle.

One that Gloria could slightly not comprehend.

How could the clouds be creating such shapes?

Shapes that were slightly unformed.

As if a great cloud had dispersed into smaller versions of itself.

It was one of the most gorgeous things Gloria had ever seen.

And something she would remember forever.


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