“Was it nice?”

Imagine that the sky was filled with fluff.

With fluff, Ma?

Yes, looking soft as can be. Even softer than your fuzzy jumper you wore last Tuesday. And softer than your father’s beard-

wow, that’s amazing

-except it was just light water! So not really fluffy at all.

Water like from the tap? Could I drink it, Ma, could I?

There would be far too much for you to drink, dear! But the water would fall sometimes, to us, and if the sky was bright and blue, our land would fill with colour.

And what was colour like, Ma?

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