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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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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
Listening To The Rain
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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Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
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