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Whispers your wants into the wind, building castles in the sky. I don't know how long these castles will last, the clouds change too quickly. They morph between my fears and your dreams until they scatter, splattered playfully. Let's big them bigger and better, we have no limits.  

The sun's rays will turn the cloud-walls to gold. When it disperses, let us hope that it leaves a prism of dripping gems as it floats away.