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I walked in the pouring rain, to see if there were any letters for me. beautiful: The flowing water on the pavement, washing away the weeks worth of dirt. The worms, taking this chance to set out on a journey...the distances much greater to them. My hair, wet as if freshly showered. My lips, tasting the rain, and all of it's nature. And my hands, holding on to the evidence proving today I received not a single letter.
XOXO
XOXO