Clouds

The real shapeshifter

By Nakia PalmerPublished about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read

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I'm told you change shapes.

I see nothing but a cloud!

Oh, wait! There you are!

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About the Creator

Nakia Palmer

I am an avid writer and reader. I enjoy life and manage to creatively intertwine my life experiences in most things that I write. It's therapeutic! I am thankful for all of my gifts, creative energy, and you. Thank you for reading my work!

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