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I wonder when. . .

8 years later.

Maybe I'm the lucky one.

Because it is.

so maybe it's time.

it's a wonderful complicated thing this rain is.

phone calls.

I want to wash the moto.

borrowed umbrellas and baby duck eggs.

due dates.

I don't want it to make sense.

What's today Rain?

little pieces of hope

At the end of the day

Courageous Little Men

One day in the future

bricks

to love without getting tired.