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Sep 2013
Wind rushes profusely through my ringlets and knocks my thoughts off their feet.

Refreshing.

Heavy raindrops land upon my sun-kissed skin and purify the sunlit memories that burn of bitter-sweet.

Healing.

The rain, the wind, the autumn air; they understand my complexity. They relieve the weight of the lengthy summers heat.
Victoria S
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