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| Irises. Wild Irises. Abundant, profuse... as if an Iris jungle... out of time, out of place. Rain. Cold rain. Slow drizzling rain. Peace. No wind. drip...drip... the only sound... Cold water slowly accumulating on the roof. Nevertheless, peace. Behind the windowglass I remain warm. Cold drizzle. Cold rain on wild Irises, Thank you for peace. This day has been long... and unforgiving. |
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