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Jul 2020
I love the smell
Of the rain
Lingering upon my skin
The slight chill
Working its way up my back
As I inhale the cold air
Sharp and crisp
Flooding me
With tomorrow
As I exhale
Yesterday
In short puffs of steam
And I feel
Reborn
As every drop collects
In the plane of my body
Written by
Amanda Hawk  42/F/Seattle
(42/F/Seattle)   
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