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In The Clouds

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He said God was in the Clouds. I’m fascinated with clouds now that he is dead, and God is gone. All my pictures are of clouds. My house is full of anything that resembles the white fluffy water vapor. All my friends are clouds. My life is filled with clouds. I wanted to be a cloud once. I tried to be. I painted my face white and peroxided my hair until my scalp burned and my eyes stung. I threw out anything that wasn’t virgin white. I moved to Alaska so that I could be surrounded by the fair color of God. But I’m not a cloud. So I’m stuck here in Alaska surrounded by my clouds and the invisible God.   He said God was in the Clouds.

            I’ve stared up at the sky for so many years now that whenever I look down I don’t recognize the asphalt and the grass. My head is full of the sky and the clouds that hold nothing but moisture. I can’t be friends with someone who wears black. Clouds aren’t black. They can be gray, they can be brown. But clouds are not black. God is not black like night. When Alaska is full of night for half the year I stay inside and paint more snowy clouds.  He said God was in the Clouds

            I can’t get a job because I can’t see the clouds inside the concrete walls. People think I’m crazy when I ask them if they see God in the clouds. There are so few people here, but there is less that sees God in the clouds. Many walk away from me when they see me. The girl with fake white hair and the long white coat, the girl with black eyes. They don’t see that I’m trying to find God in the clouds. I just haven’t found him yet.  He said God was in the Clouds

            I started to give up when the snow started to fall less every year. They said it was Global Warming and soon there would be no clouds. Only sun. I painted more clouds, collected more figurines and postcards. I went outside less. I painted my ceiling like the sky. When I did go out I got my skin tattooed with clouds. When the snow stopped falling I stopped going outside.  He said God was in the Clouds

            Then I met the boy like a cloud. He was almost invisible with his pale, pale blue eyes and blond hair that was blonder than my brittle peroxide hair. His skin was like the inside of a pearl and his clothing little darker than eggshell white. I asked him if he was God and showed him the pictures of my clouds. He said no and asked me if I was Mary and showed me his sculptures of lotuses. I said no and took him home and we talked about God and Mary. He told me Mary had been lost when someone died. I told him God  had been lost when someone died. We talked until the snow started to fall again.

  Now I believe in God and he believes in Mary.
  He said God was in the Clouds
I'm still trying to find my God in the Clouds.
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