It’s raining and cold. Took a cab to work and put on makeup in the backseat. I am feverish with over-blushed cheeks and wet eyes.
Two summers ago, I wondered off from a party and scaled down a steep ravine in the rain. I lost my shoes in the mud and found them a week later, encrusted in earth.
April showers bring May flowers. Yes?
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