I’m struck by the randomness of the clouds, realizing this combination of colors and structure will never exist again. It doesn’t even exist now. A phantom existing only in my memory.
Impermanence
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I’m struck by the randomness of the clouds, realizing this combination of colors and structure will never exist again. It doesn’t even exist now. A phantom existing only in my memory.
Carl Setzer: Word Shaper 
Love this photo and your analogy rings so true with my own mindset!
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