A celestial vision

From a hand-written note rediscovered today, transcribed from a conversation last October during our trip to Wisconsin:

*Mama:* “Wouldn’t it be fun if you were a giant, and the clouds were made of marshmallow whipped cream? Then you could stand up and scoop it up with your giant spoon and eat it. That’s what I would do if I were a giant and the clouds were made of marshmallow cream.”

*Lucy:* “And then I’d turn back into a human and see all the blue sky.”

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