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Monday, July 09, 2007
Crying rain
Water is pouring down the sky. I picture myself standing in the middle of the lawn, opening my arms and letting the raging raindrops wash over me, melting me into the ground. Just that I don't find the strength in me to get out of the balcony.
what a pretty and sad post. It also poured here for about an hour - really bad lightenings and thunder, not sure if I was going to be struck - it was that close. And there were buckets of water...
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what a pretty and sad post. It also poured here for about an hour - really bad lightenings and thunder, not sure if I was going to be struck - it was that close. And there were buckets of water...
There is always strenght.
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