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| pSyche |
There was to be a meteor shower tonight. I was going to go out back, and count as many shooting stars as I could, and wish on every one. but then... what do I find? Today has been cloudy, dark and dreary. Thunder comes rolling down the mountains now; and rain has stared to fall on all the houses scattered across the valley. No stars for me tonight. No wishes for anyone here tonight. Just a cold night rain- falling and making the street shine like a river of silver. I'd like to get a canoe and paddle away in that river. far far away. it is unbearable to exist like this sometimes. By chance, after writing this letter, I went outside and happened to glance up. Guess what I saw. I made a wish. |
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