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Oct 2015
The gentle rain birds flue in the firmament of heaven, as the distressed pigeon desperately searched for food.
Dry leaves fell, never to return to it's branch, as the new leaves flourished.
For hours I watched the rain, as billions of tiny rain drops departed from above

By: Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O Leslie
Written by
Kevarie O Leslie  New York, NY, 10036
(New York, NY, 10036)   
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