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Random clouds litter the sky,as I pluck estranged words from plunged drainsas rapidly as the deluge falls,before they disappear or drown.
Connie Song
Assumpta Nalubowa
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Just wow, Connie!
Storyteller | Lover of Words | Professional feeler of emotions
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