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A word I stumbled upon in story research

Trying to find the right word for that sweet activity

Of lying in grass that smells oh-so-green

Fingers stretched across the belly of the earth

Or the belly full of joy, of possibility,

Dreaming things into the clouds' random shapes...

There isn't one.

But the Google search "what is it called when you look at clouds" shows this:

Pareidolia (n.) :

the tendency to perceive a specific, often meaningful

image in a random or ambiguous visual pattern.

My mind is catalyzed to associations

Rorschach tests, famous tortillas,

Schizophrenia, apophenia, religion...whatever.

All just so many clouds.

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