Whatcha think, seeing clouds, sky, and/or treetops loves?
He looked at the sky. The angels took the shape of fluffy white clouds again. Maybe the thunderstorm cloud hid behind a marshmallow harp. Myrtle agreed. But Felicia Anthony looked doubtful.” The rain’s still coming Myrtle,” Felicia said. BC-A Square The techniques of fiction writing are used for the... Sign in to see full entry.