I’m sleepy today, so you get poetry. — Ed. Condensation Precipitation Evaporation Later, rinse, repeat. The wind blows; The storm clouds gather. The Rains come Followed by the inevitable Scorching glare of the infant sun. The sky is constantly falling. It’s the cycle of tumultuous And turbid renewal That washes us clean. The world renewed [...]
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