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Listening to the rain. Safe inside, no fear of the midnight knock on the door. I am at peace free to think my own thoughts. No pyres of burning books, no sound of jackboots coming over the hill. Only the noise of the comforting rain wild and free.

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kevin-morris

Canadian

Published: Jan 3, 2014
LinesWords: 448

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