The stories we tell ourselves

Have you ever laid outside on a blanket or the hood of your car and watched the clouds drift by? I remember doing that as a child, staring up at the sky and letting my imagination run wild. Later, I found myself doing the same thing with my own children and grandchildren, turning it into a game of “What do you see?” I loved how one cloud could look like a poodle, another like a man rolling a bowling ball, or even an angel stretching across the sky. Of course, I knew they weren’t really those things. But if you...

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