Raindrops hit different formations of cement, pool, and slide away. I apply to school, plan my life around it, and get rejected. Roots crack the sidewalks, and I continue to write. Umbrellas, pointed roofs, rubber, and Vinyl. Drainpipes and gutters. And I’m still all wet.
WARNING: My blog is only one dimension, whereas I am three.
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