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Hear the rain

Updated: Dec 7, 2020

After saying goodbye to my brother, I walked downstairs to the bakery.


Phi Phi was cleaning and looked tired. I asked what I could do to help.


I cut slices of cake and cleaned the counters.


We talked about life, work, her home...


When I walked back upstairs, I could hear the rain pouring outside my open windows.


I smelled the fall candle I had lit.


I took off my sweater that now had french chocolate smeared on it.


Put on yoga pants and turned on lofi music.


I opened up my laptop to write...hoping I would never forget these moments in my life.

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