THE COOLDOWN everything piled into the drought has been wiped away some evenings and mornings feel cool and a whispering small rain rains down our fallen hope lifts itself up but what we have lost into the world remains grounded
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THE COOLDOWN everything piled into the drought has been wiped away some evenings and mornings feel cool and a whispering small rain rains down our fallen hope lifts itself up but what we have lost into the world remains grounded