Gentle and soft the rain came.
Like feather of silk giving way only to depths of night.
Slowly slipping off with trickle and tickle down the lane.
Off off it goes to start over once again.
B.
“A life in progress.”
Gentle and soft the rain came.
Like feather of silk giving way only to depths of night.
Slowly slipping off with trickle and tickle down the lane.
Off off it goes to start over once again.
B.
“A life in progress.”
This is lovely. Shared on twitter @bakeandwrite.
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Thank you very much
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Good luck for tomorrow Benjamin, I hope all goes well love kate x
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