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  • Writer's pictureashleyandrews

in the end

There's this sound that the rain makes as it hits my windows, and sometimes, I'll put my ear right against the glass, and just listen.

That sound reminds me that there are thousands of raindrops. Some are small, tiny pattering drops. Some are huge, deep thunks against the panes. And some are every variation of in between The rain doesn't stop if one drop veers off course. The other raindrops don't pause to watch. They stay their course.

And the one raindrop that seems so significant in the moment?

It joins the rest in the end.


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