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at the lowest point

by @darrell-wade-elverum

The last raindrop that hangs onto a branch, a twig "droplet let go, or evaporate", which one is the thing, filter fall down into the ground or fall up into the air, steamy but water always finds the lowest point, the water table quickly absorbs the fallen, the sun so hot, sky lifts water up towards the heavens in sheets oh,... So looking forward to the last teardrop, eyes too be dry, even for a little while.
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Feb 26, 2015
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#down#drained#steamy#weathered#steamed
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