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Tuesday, July 28, 2009


Again I am back in the valley of memories. Cold rain thunders down all around me. It has been raining here for three days without a pause. So I am confined to my room most of the time.
The rain is so madly heavy, the earth and the grass doesn't smell fresh, like after the first drops of rain kissing the earth. I get the smell of muddy water, washing away the slime of summer.
You are here. Everywhere. I see you in the rain. In the grass. In my soul. I can see your smile and your laughter in the play of the rain and the earth.
I miss you so much, it is like the rain has washed away my very being. I don't see why I am here, all alone.
Be happy, Dearest.

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