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Let It Rain

When I was young I used to love the rain, actually I still love the rain. It was one of the few things that brought me peace. If I could I would go outside and climb the branches of the old willow tree out back of where I lived. All things…

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"I promise."

“Promise me you will come back.”

The voice was weak, soft and feminine, filled with all the care in the world.

“You know I will.”

It was an ignorant response, unable to pick out what she…

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