My kind of cloud.

Came across this again after a very long time:

" The Dervish sat down under the cypress tree. He pulled his flute out of his sash and began to blow into it. Out of the holes of the flute, trees rushed into the air; it was as if they had been hidden there and were now being pushed from the holes as the Dervish blew. Mountains, streams, and roads rushed into the air one after the other. The trees, the hills, and the streams that came from the holes of the flute descended onto a desert at the other end of the world where there were no mountains, no streams, no roads, and no trees. Hills and trees appeared in the desert; streams began to flow and toads stretched themselves out. And from then on the place was called FLUTELAND..."
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