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Category: Dreams and the Supernatural
Intimation: On the Sound of Rain Falling through Fog
Little bitter fall, shawl of water, brittle, splinter into rain. Shower down from a center, little bitter brittle splinter breaking round into shiver, little pricks at cloudy skin. Whittle 'way at the shadow, shower down little shiver, wear away from the fog from the center, breaking in. Weave together, loom, the water from the threads, brittle fall, little dawn, bitter shadow, shower down and drift away-- wash forever into shiver from the center, wearing fog like a sliding shawl of water into sun and breaking day.
3:49 PM
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