On a train, that big window next to the double seat can become a cinema, and the film is always the same: clouds. Clouds! Huge, towering clumps, or frail, fretful twists and twills. The train is the only place I seem to notice clouds with any regularity. My phone photo folders are full of the things, always shaping the sky, always snapped from the window of a train.
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