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Filling the Holes Where the Rain gets In

Violet Storm
Nov 8 · 2 min read

Yesterday I woke up grumpy, achy and cranky, not wanting to take the long trip on public transport to visit my aunt. Two trains and a bus through depressed parts of town and memories on a gray day is not my idea of a party.

To prepare for the trip, I stretched out on the floor to do some opening poses and with one particular deep breath a memory flooded the pile of my carpet with tears.

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Violet Storm

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My favorite color is still purple and I like long walks in the sun and rain.

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