

Sunny, With a Chance of RainSunny, With a Chance of RainSunny, With a Chance of Rain
The hallway waited in silence, interrupted by the single creak of a single door. The wood panelling felt heavy under Stanfelt's palm as he stepped through. The door contested but slide from his vertical view, and he tripped up the last couple steps. His breathing was deliberate, calming considerably at the presence of no strangers or familiar faces in the hallway. He wiped his brow on a undone sleeve as he eyed the doorway with the briefest of regrets. He shouldn't leave it open. But...
The lengthy room hung in suspended animation, the smallest movement out of place, and Stanfelt was very


Slow RainSlow RainSlow Rain
The rain came down softly, tapping across the surface of the roof and the garden, the morning puncturing through the clouds, a calm royal blue against the rural backdrop. The side door was drawn open, and from the comfort of the house, she could watch the weather over breakfast. It had taken some time, but she finally gotten used to waking herself up, and spent the early hours in view of the garden outside. The rain continued. She was supported by a cushion (her plate in hand), and near it, another like it.
She stood up slowly, uncrossing her legs and straightening up against the arch of the door. Collectin
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I fall with tissue paper wings
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Tell me why we're here
When we could be out playing
In the field of dreams?
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Tell me why we're here
When we could be out playing
In the field of dreams?
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What Timmy thought was H20, was H2SO4.
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