Clouds

 Evening cloud over Bonny Hills. Perfect for this quote from John Milton!!

To behold the wandering moon,

Riding near her highest noon,

Like one that had been led astray

Through the heav’n’s wide pathless way;

And oft, as if her head she bowed,

Stooping through a fleecy cloud.

by John Milton

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