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Jun 2014
Distant cars somewhere nearby
Travelling unknown places and
sleeping people in their beds.
Wet pillows. I think my roof is
leaking.
The sound of shoes on soaked
dark pavement and the smell of
damp clothes - wet hair.
This was supposed to be our moment.
                                                                    And you sang.
But it kept raining.

**March 25th 2014
I'm starting to think this, in fact, WAS our moment. Walking home after a pub quiz in the rain, with winter jackets in March. You fascinated me more and more.
Anne B
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Anne B  Norway
(Norway)   
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