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Mar 2013
The rain pitter-patters outside,
Just out of reach.
It sounds hauntingly similar
To the click-clack of mother's heels,
Before she left last February.
Perpetually out of reach...
Just like the pitter-patter of the rain.


*I hear the pitter-patter,
click-clack,
but it's somewhere in the distance.
Julia
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Julia  27/F/Virginia
(27/F/Virginia)   
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