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It’s raining.

I used to always stand in the rain.

When I worked for 7-Eleven, I was the crazy employee standing in the parking lot, soaking wet.

Tonight, I felt the storms rolling in… with my children freshly in bed, I stepped into the backyard, bare feet on grass, and rose into the sky.

Planted in earth, among the clouds, a piece of mySelf— perhaps the piece I’ve been stirring awake with my drum and flute— reBloomed.

Or at least made an appearance.

Or was felt.

 

I’m not who I pretend to be,

as this 1978 one.

 

I must keep reminding myself of this…

 

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