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Mar 2014
A cloud rumbles from above,
Rain drips and drops.
Each water molecule falls,
Crashing into rooftops and window panes, slipping through leaves, landing on gravel.

One lands onto an open page of a book, half-read and abandoned.
Ink begins to run, words blend together to form the unspeakable.
Christina
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Christina  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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