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Jun 2014
The Storm.
The rain gently taps the window sill
and I’m lost in my thoughts.
I’m half awake waiting for the storm to come.
For the storm to come and clean up my mind.
I wanna breathe fresh air again.
#rain #overthinking #morning
Czarek Kortylewski
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Czarek Kortylewski  Poland
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