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Standing in Rain When fog-lit cracked branches, bare but for a single umber leaf, beckon without slightest wind; when tiny birds gather seeds and glance quickly upwards but do not take flight; when the sky is painted gray and tourmaline at dusk, and brave winter pansies stay standing in rain-- then I'll know without doubt that I’ll see you again. |
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