I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
I happen to be Norweigen, y'know.
I find it funny that people over in Lindale are stealing houses, while Fort Worth has the biggest gang problem in the nation.
Us Texans aren't the same anymore...
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