“Balcony of Clouds”
She leans into the wind, wrapped in a dress the sky once dreamed of — weightless above the city’s murmurs.
Somewhere between the railing and the horizon, she becomes weather.
Wrapped in sky, she becomes part weather, part whisper.
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