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Yosemite National Park, California. Even they can see the pure beauty of this place, and here is where clouds rest. They cross the Pacific and then the great California land mass, and lift through the foothills, trying to clear the west side of the Sierra. Lost in the valleys and bumping against the granite masses, they linger and rise through the atmosphere, maybe observing, amybe enhancing the view. And then the mountains produce their own clouds to mingle with the rest; dew, heated by the rising sun, rises itself in great plumes like a volcanic eruption. Eventually they will move on, out over the mountains and basins ever eastward, intact or dissipated as the air streams around the planet. But for now they are tired, as am I, lazily looking at the scene before me. If clouds rest, why can't I?
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