Upon the umbrella was the rhythm of the rain, each drop a clear beat upon the cerise fabric. There was something about being under it that made me feel as if I were flying instead of walking, as if it were rain upon wings, as if I was rising high regardless of the weather, destined to rise above and watch the clouds below. As my fingers tightened
Upon the umbrella was the rhythm of the rain, each drop a clear beat upon the cerise fabric. There was something about being under it that made me feel as if I were flying instead of walking, as if it were rain upon wings, as if I was rising high regardless of the weather, destined to rise above and watch the clouds below. As my fingers tightened
Upon the umbrella was the rhythm of the rain, each drop a clear beat upon the cerise fabric. There was something about being under it that made me feel as if I were flying instead of walking, as if it were rain upon wings, as if I was rising high regardless of the weather, destined to rise above and watch the clouds below. As my fingers tightened
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