Grey. Hazy. A single rain drop, amongst the thousands whose journey begins between the dense, heavy clouds, lands on my forehead. The wind rustiling the leaves, moving the branches, almost as if the tree were waving. A sudden cool caress across my cheek and I smile. She is here I think. I look up and realize, Anni is nowhere to be found..... Where art thou Miss Mad Wind! lol....
-Mister Walrus
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