It's raining outside right now. Not the usual sheets of water that central Illinois rains usually are - but the sweet smelling spring kind of rain that makes one want to meditate. It's this kind of rain where the sky doesn't turn black in anger, it becomes gray - as if thoughtful, as if pensive. And I, in my curiosity, wonder what it's thinking
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You have a wonderful way with words.
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