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So here I stand, rain pelting the streets–sheets of water from a darkened sky. I’d opened my umbrella instinctively, too grown up to play in the rain. Nothing much was play anymore, of course. Cars swerved around me, their revving engines echoing off the historical buildings blocking me in. Just wishing to get out of the rain and to my destination with no further delays. Then I looked up at my umbrella and something in me that was somehow still innocent thought back to the days I’d played Mary Poppins. So here I stand, staring at the sky, let the hard rain tickle my fingers. Here I stand, imagining.
So here I stand, rain pelting the streets–sheets of water from a darkened sky. I’d opened my umbrella instinctively, too grown up to play in the rain. Nothing much was play anymore, of course. Cars swerved around me, their revving engines echoing off the historical buildings blocking me in. Just wishing to get out of the rain and to my destination with no further delays. Then I looked up at my umbrella and something in me that was somehow still innocent thought back to the days I’d played Mary Poppins. So here I stand, staring at the sky, let the hard rain tickle my fingers. Here I stand, imagining.
So here I stand, rain pelting the streets–sheets of water from a darkened sky. I’d opened my umbrella instinctively, too grown up to play in the rain. Nothing much was play anymore, of course. Cars swerved around me, their revving engines echoing off the historical buildings blocking me in. Just wishing to get out of the rain and to my destination with no further delays. Then I looked up at my umbrella and something in me that was somehow still innocent thought back to the days I’d played Mary Poppins. So here I stand, staring at the sky, let the hard rain tickle my fingers. Here I stand, imagining.
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So here I stand, rain pelting the streets–sheets of water from a darkened sky. I’d opened my umbrella instinctively, too grown up to play in the rain. Nothing much was play anymore, of course. Cars swerved around me, their revving engines echoing off the historical buildings blocking me in. Just wishing to get out of the rain and to my destination with no further delays. Then I looked up at my umbrella and something in me that was somehow still innocent thought back to the days I’d played Mary Poppins. So here I stand, staring at the sky, let the hard rain tickle my fingers. Here I stand, imagining.
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