Tag: Rain
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As I sit in the corner of this cafe, sipping my cup of tea, my thoughts waver to the vivid dream of yesterday. The fragments that I can still visualise, call it a blessings of a devil that I can remember, retain, and maneuver myself in the dreams. The colours come back in remembrance, and…
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Petrichor
Drenched in the rain, he smelled musty and damp; The scent of the earth, as if petrichor emanating from the memories of the past. -Boringbug
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