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i just walked over to pick up some paintings and binder clip sculptures from the artists anonymous exhibit.
it's raining. a happy soft rain where you can feel it squishing against you when the little drops hit you, but its not too hard, and you can hear all the drops dripping off everything around you, and theres a bit of a happy little fog everywhere, making the lights brighter. when it rains, i think of you. and i secretly wish that when i walk home, there would be a little house waiting for me.
with a peeked roof of course.. you'd totally want that for when it rains.
it's raining. a happy soft rain where you can feel it squishing against you when the little drops hit you, but its not too hard, and you can hear all the drops dripping off everything around you, and theres a bit of a happy little fog everywhere, making the lights brighter. when it rains, i think of you. and i secretly wish that when i walk home, there would be a little house waiting for me.
with a peeked roof of course.. you'd totally want that for when it rains.