maybe I should go back to sleep.

[threeplusfire]

There is little to do other than pull on the large black and grey wool sweater, soft and falling past my hips, and drop myself into one of the chairs on the porch. Between the relentless dream, and the steady fine rain, I do not want to move.

Comments

[mayzie.livejournal.com]

i cannot believe that the rain came without me.

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[tsarina.livejournal.com]

the city missed you.