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Read MoreIn the yard, in the fogof a heavy downpour,two toddlers wore rainlike tight-fitted jeanswhich clung to them soggyin moments of gleewith a spin and a spreethey giggled and laughed,a thousand thuds,as each soaking thudof their shiny red bootsforced a...
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I did it in high school one day with a friend. We kicked a can in the front of the school in pouring rain and kids were watching from the windows. He’s since passed away so I’ll always remember that day being glad we did it. 🙂
And yeah, us kids also ran in yards in the rain leaving our parents aghast. lol
Thank you for the comment, Adelly. 🙂
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childhood was full of such days for me I’ve always been an outdoor person this is beautiful Tim ❤️
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Thanks so much Crimsin. I appreciate your comment. 🙂
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Powerful. So true.
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Thanks Thomas.
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Excellent write with a nostalgic flavor my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian.
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Time you word painted a vision of innocence here. I am enchanted by the scene you wrote so well. You captured the joy of childhood wonderfully and i enjoyed this much.
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Read MoreRealism is a distant, flickering star. I know not what the tastes of reality are. Some will share this glimmering sky with me, and to them, fortunate enough to see a surrealist, star-blanketed day-sky. I abide by the lonely confines of the only home...
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Read MoreIt is a firestorm that rages and whirls within my body, that no hand of sanity can smother. My innards burn, my blood boils, the flesh upon me bubbles. Sane, as I may have been before, the virtues that encased this body with innocence has long but...
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Oh! This reminds me of when me and my brother would play in the rain when we were kids.
In the front yard we didn’t have stickers so we would be barefoot. Lol
Good times!