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Letter of Conjugation

It rained. Rode the bus to work in the dark.
It’s raining. Water streaks the windows and my cheeks.
It will rain. But you’ll be here then. Won’t you?

Letter of Conjugation

It rained. Rode the bus to work in the dark.
It’s raining. Water streaks the windows and my cheeks.
It will rain. But you’ll be here then. Won’t you?

Karen G. Anderson, 59

Seattle / Washington, D.C.

 
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