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Jul 2019
The woman's hat was blown
she runs wobbly to reach it
The clouds pass quickly to the horizon
There are puddles on the pavement

It has not stopped raining
Nothing is left dry
the blue of the sky
and the sun's rays are missing

The woman definitely lost her hat
My memories are like these raindrops
and drain from my head
forming stories on the pavement
Julio
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Julio  M/Patagonia
(M/Patagonia)   
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   Monika Layke
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