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The Days Between Rain

The days between rain and intermittent deluges are increasing in duration.
My garden is thirsty, the palette is dry.
I cried you a river filled with sorrows, and was healed by the joyful release.

© 2017, Theresa Mae Funk. All rights reserved.

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