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The sky is gray and white and cloudy
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles
I'm a raga-muffin child
Pointed finger-painted smile
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while
Cloudy. From Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme album.
Simon & Garfunkel October 1966
Photographs
Top: Lovely monsoon clouds rolling into Hile town in east Nepal.
I love monsoon. I love rain. I love monsoon clouds (except when flying).
Bottom: Ragamuffin children playing in the clouds in the hills ca.1800m.
"......They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.
Cloudy,
Cloudy."
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