The rain is here. It spits on the windowpane, and dances on the wind which carries it along. No heaviness,...all light, there is an air of unbroken promise in the way she flies...a tenderness,...a grasping, and a letting go. I feel her song. I am enticed by the memories of her engaging in our play as children in years past. My best childhood friend
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Are you on fb?
Trust you're well *smiles*
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