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That afternoon, I stood in the yard while enjoying the gentle breeze that carried the scent of the sea and the sound of rustling coconut leaves. The sky looked clear, but my attention was suddenly diverted by one extraordinary thing: a large, towering cloud, its shape dense like a giant pile of cotton, standing firmly on top of the other thin layers of clouds.

I paused for a moment. The cloud… looked like something out of a dream world. Its shape was unusual, as if there was a white mountain hanging in the air. In my heart I said, “This is no ordinary cloud. This is like a sign.”

I took a picture of the sky, trying to capture the moment. But more than just its majestic shape, the cloud brought a strange feeling. There was a calming serenity, but also a mysterious vibration that made me want to keep staring at it. It was as if the cloud was talking—not with a voice, but with its presence.

Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe there was something deeper. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the world, I felt like I was being reminded to pause for a moment. Look up. Admire. Ponder.

The clouds eventually faded as the sun dipped below the horizon. But the feeling lingered—the feeling that sometimes the sky has a way of talking to us.

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