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Splatter Puddle 1/31/2003
It is as if a great cloud has descended upon the world.
In the early winter morning I skip around puddles as the rain splatters upon the ground.
Only in my attempts to stay dry, do I realize why.
In the midst of the mist, I shudder to myself, and I begin to cry.

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