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Sep 2022
Running down the edge;
Toward the bottom;
The last bit of the storm.
No more thunder.
No more lightning.
Just the reminder.
The last drip.
Glistening in the sun.
Power surrendered;
Glistening in the heat of day.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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