Some things aren't true until you say them...
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11.11.2002 - 3:01 p.m. Rain and shiny running puddles and reflections of trees, yellow and orange and so red, the trunks so dark, and everyone bundled in bright raincoats and under umbrellas, and the wet tracks on the tile floors that make walking a challenge instead of a reflex and a sky the color of a fuzzy sweatshirt. A light breeze carrying kissing flecks of wet and a few tumbling leaves, and seeing how bright life is, even with no sun. I guess I�ve never quite understood what they mean when they say �dreary.� -stonebridge |