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I wake up in the morning and was looking outside the window. Hills are playing with the cloud. Gentle wind blowing. Clouds here; clouds there; it’s so soft, but still I am standing on my bed.” “Morning,” said Tom again. “It is very warm today. It rains at night from time to day too much water flows into our house that we don’t have a potable source of — wait for what? Just enough rain?” He smiled bitterly toward his partner as if they had both seen some vision rather than waking each other when someone else thought something he did not agree would make them happy. Perhaps you could hear him through their eyes. They want a sea ride?

Cloud Nine – Wanaka Holiday Home, Wanaka, New Zealand.

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