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Shadows broken by a thousand raindrops
Ripples in puddles like veils over their reflection
The morning saturated with water and birdsong
As Nature’s music soothes the soul
A sharp birth to a new day
Cleansing the dirt to be dished as truth
Silky words wash away once more
Yes…goof thoughts here. I love sleeping during the rain.
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good not goof lol
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Hehehe! I would have amended it, Beverly! 😀
I love a good typo, me!
Oh, and thank you.
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So back from Cluddunk 🙂
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I am now, Raili. Back and raring to go…! 😀
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Beautiful piece, Tom.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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Very good Tom – you could almost feel the rain!!! 🙂
God Bless.
Prenin.
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We can certainly feel it tonight, Prenin… terribly damp out there – and cold with it!
Is there a Bank Holiday due? 😉
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Yup! 🙂
LoL!!! 🙂
Prenin.
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😀
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