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It rained last night while he slept in the chair, waiting for her - I mean for the rain to bedeck the olive tree with her silver perls and cause a stir in his reason and imagination - a spur. But the rain came while he slept. She came and came and came - for nothing. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, May 17; revised on July 30, 2016
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
The Miss (revised)
It rained last night while he slept in the chair, waiting for her - I mean for the rain to bedeck the olive tree with her silver perls and cause a stir in his reason and imagination - a spur. But the rain came while he slept. She came and came and came - for nothing. © LazharBouazzi, Carthage, May 17; revised on July 30, 2016
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