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Jun 2018
I watched a worker strenuously wipe the water-stained glass door, this Monday.

I walked past a building wet with rain; the patterns were a graceful grey.

I watched an old lady, seated in the passenger seat of her car, draw smileys on her window.

I walked, trying not to step on a million little watery crevices on the sidewalk.

With water stains, everything has come alive.
Deepa Ravi
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Deepa Ravi  23/F/India
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