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how it descends parachuting an expansive heart, soft whose arrows are... to get drenched is our choice, not the sky's victory or defeat; bliss... a bridge betwixt ether, earth, of a peacock's throat, dripping song...
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
soft whose arrows are
how it descends parachuting an expansive heart, soft whose arrows are... to get drenched is our choice, not the sky's victory or defeat; bliss... a bridge betwixt ether, earth, of a peacock's throat, dripping song...
The first rain of the season finally arrived in my city past midnight on May 10, 2016.
#rain#nature#water#season#bliss#wet#monsoon#raindrops#drops#peacock
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 9:41 AM UTC
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