兒時經常抬頭看天上的雲,也會靜靜地定在原地,一個擁有Time of the World的我,仰著頭看,等雲變幻。雲的形狀無拘無束,但意義卻是我腦海給的。直到有一天下午,從天邊過來一層層像是台階似的雲,薄薄的,泛著Flamingo一般的淺粉色。
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