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The soft, gentle pitter patter of rain lulls her unspoken wishes into a quiet, mellow daydream. As, the beads of rain curve into something bigger, the reflection those glassy orbs hold become something worth seeing. Her eyes once vague. Now lucidly clear. Lightning cut across the sky, dotted with stars. A brilliant spark. That's all she needed.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
Pitter-Patter
The soft, gentle pitter patter of rain lulls her unspoken wishes into a quiet, mellow daydream. As, the beads of rain curve into something bigger, the reflection those glassy orbs hold become something worth seeing. Her eyes once vague. Now lucidly clear. Lightning cut across the sky, dotted with stars. A brilliant spark. That's all she needed.
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC
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