

i'll be home soonThe emptiest halls, grayed and lacking color The unheard silence mixed with the intermittent, Organic sound of rain finding its final surface In endless crescendos of patters and snaps.i'll be home soon
The digital ring, audible even beyond the lining of the white halls pierced the patters. However, it found no chance to be heard. The ringing ceased, and from that welcome silence came an inhuman voice, Requesting the caller wait for the tone
Hey, its me Kate.
Patters continued on the nearby glass while their remnants ran down in unplanned paths. I think I
| ~waxx |

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yonca sohbet
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"Restraint may often be the better part of valor, lest one find oneself victorious but alone."
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