#puddles
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Shadows, Firelight, and Silver Rain
The world retreats in shades of gray,The frantic pulse of light has fled,And all the cares that filled the dayHave found a place to rest their head. A rhythmic tap upon the pane,A liquid lace against the glass,The steady, soft, and silver rainWatches the velvet shadows pass. A symphony in minor key,It drums a slow… Read more
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