when I was a girl one if my fantasy environments was "cloud world." it was a place next door, on top of rubber world. cloud world was a complete realm where I was scuttled about atop clouds. clouds were also capable of slowing your decent into rubber world, which ultimately mattered little because rubber world was bouncy. more than safety and transportation, cloud world was soft diffused light, warm edges, echo and reverberation.
my original foray to cloudland was accidental. I jumped extremely high one day while exploring in rubberland and was catapulted above the edge of the castle walls.
trees became ants. I was afraid until I was captured by a passing ferry cloud. it was kind and I rolled about in its pillowed embrace.
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