It's raining.
I love rain.
When it rains I put my hand under the rain to get this feeling that after all I'm still made of flesh and blood, that I'm still feebly connected with the outside world.
Friday, September 19, 2008
rain
It's raining.
I love rain.
When it rains I put my hand under the rain to get this feeling that after all I'm still made of flesh and blood, that I'm still feebly connected with the outside world.
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