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Hurriedly-- everyone on the streets rush indoors. Road signs rattle, loose leaves on trees rustle-- some blow away... the sky darkens and stops... Cars rush home, dogs start whimpering, the air is thick. the sky darkens and stops... Here I am, a barefoot stroll on the warm sidewalk-- my hair twisting and tangled in the breeze my whole body charging electrically as the wind walks beside me. I can't wait 'till I get to the park near my apartment, to feel the wet rain-riddled grass beneath my feet, tickling healing... feeling like myself again.
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Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
Walking in the Storm
Hurriedly-- everyone on the streets rush indoors. Road signs rattle, loose leaves on trees rustle-- some blow away... the sky darkens and stops... Cars rush home, dogs start whimpering, the air is thick. the sky darkens and stops... Here I am, a barefoot stroll on the warm sidewalk-- my hair twisting and tangled in the breeze my whole body charging electrically as the wind walks beside me. I can't wait 'till I get to the park near my apartment, to feel the wet rain-riddled grass beneath my feet, tickling healing... feeling like myself again.
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Jul 1, 2012
Jul 1, 2012 at 8:16 PM UTC
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