Tuesday, 6 October 2009

And so the rain comes, light, hard, cold, warm, ugly, beautiful, inviting… gloom evoking.
Dear Rain, numb my feet, chill my heart, soak my skirt, leave your residue upon the roads, create such shields between myself, and those fleeing from your glory- I do not fear thee… continue such obscurity, for nothing more is valued.

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