clouds like quilt-middles

When the sky has pulled batting across its whole, the obvious thing is to mirror it on the ground, pulling the quilts up by your ears.

Also, though unrelated: my flesh seems to be coming unmoored from my frame. While I was driving, the muscle around my ankle quivered like a sock with failed elastic. Baggy ankles are on their way.

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