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Playing in clouds

Touching clouds as a child was a daily occurrence

Thin cirrus clouds sometimes roam with people all day

Giving everything a damp cool feeling

Late night famously hard to drive round Sunset

Stratus clouds long thick consistent

Hide the mighty Pacific Ocean from one's eye

And sometimes the cumulus clouds big dense fluffy prevent sight one hand away

Opaque grey in a city of lights and bridges hills and valleys

I played in clouds all day as child on the streets of

San Francisco

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