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No Rain No Flowers

It's the facts.⠀

And a beautiful metaphor for life.⠀

I remember in preschool, it started to rain and we had to get off the playground. all the children were crying. We had to stay against the wall and watch the rain. I stood up and like a grownup/ perhaps teacher, walked in front of them and said "it's okay they're bowling upstairs they're having fun." My friends were so scared of the thunder.⠀

I love peeking through something.⠀

Something that frames what is being seen.⠀

Something that adds a little extra perspective or adds to the story, the visual.⠀

Perhaps I'm looking at the beautiful flower as if I were a lizard, or perhaps im just sitting quietly enjoying the sound of the leaves as one flows in front of me.⠀



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