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It's raining-- her favorite short lived season of Los Angeles. Waves propagate. It's all a messy interference pattern on our pool's surface disturbed with memories, tiny droplets, tears from Savior's sky. Perhaps it feels similar to old emerald Vietnam ponds, except here the rain doesn't go on for too long, unless it's a Hemingway rain. It makes me wonder if it's not Monsoon season yet. Our tiny pool built for Valley deluge, would flood faster than any sandbags could delude. She never asked how long to fight just kept on walking cooking and loving until her heart grew too weary. In the end, three loops around the swimming pool in the rain is enough. It's the same as walking 5K while doing dialysis. She sits next to me on our outdoor swing chair, and smiles, rested.
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Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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It's raining-- her favorite short lived season of Los Angeles. Waves propagate. It's all a messy interference pattern on our pool's surface disturbed with memories, tiny droplets, tears from Savior's sky. Perhaps it feels similar to old emerald Vietnam ponds, except here the rain doesn't go on for too long, unless it's a Hemingway rain. It makes me wonder if it's not Monsoon season yet. Our tiny pool built for Valley deluge, would flood faster than any sandbags could delude. She never asked how long to fight just kept on walking cooking and loving until her heart grew too weary. In the end, three loops around the swimming pool in the rain is enough. It's the same as walking 5K while doing dialysis. She sits next to me on our outdoor swing chair, and smiles, rested.
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Baltimore
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
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