The window keeps my clothes from getting wet from the wind blown rain.
I touched it — the window.
It feels cool and the heat of my fingers leaves ghosts
the wash of rain does not touch.
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Sunday, January 8, 2012
2012.01.08 — The window keeps me dry from the wind blown rain. (A River of Stones#1-08)
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