Their story was broken when it had just begun.
He knew it all the way, she didn’t.
And then an evening of sudden summer shower, the dust rose in a storm giving way to water.
They were caught in a café across a rickety table, drenched and not knowing what to say.
Love and rain…..
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[Wendigo, I guess I discovered this one late]
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
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