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1d
The day was done and the windows slid open; almost on their own.
As if they needed no more convincing other than a familiar nudge in the side.
I could hear the clouds sighing in relief after their week-long downpour.
I sighed along with them.
Oh, how exhausted we all are.
May 12th 2023
Written by
Kaitlyn Johnson  24/F
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