Moonlit Jazz

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\tab Mock storminess, originally uploaded by walelia.

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\tab The morning began stormy gray.
Little drops of water on the windshield.
I liked the way the wind wove through me.
Felt like life and its passions.
I wanted to cry at the beauty of it.

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