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Through a Glass Darkly: Volume IV Issue 1 "Out of the Darkness"

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when the rain comes When the rain comes I often find I don’t know what to do. All the time Spent preparing Should now be of use. And yet, I find myself At a loss, and Unsure of where to begin. And so I sit, Gazing out of the window, When the rain comes.

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Elizabeth Fair

Dark clouds and Muddy puddles. Rain drops and Smudged windows. Drit and grime and Soggy clothes. And a heart so full I don’t know what to do.


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