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By fictus03
The weather is beautiful where I come from… Others don’t seem to think so… That’s because it’s unpredictable… The weather that is… It changes drastically without warning… Almost as human emotions do… Rain changes to sunshine… Sunshine quickly becomes cold… But I live with because that’s where I’m from… If I ever need a place to think… That is where I go… I can be alone there… No one will or can disturb me… There are no walls to detain me… And when I am there… I become the creator… Written November 11th, 2001 © on Nov 11 2001 12:59 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"The weather is beautiful where I come from…..."