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Between coffee, biscuits, and cold that cover up this body. The unrelenting rain, knocking out the windows hoping to come in. Thunder whispers and lightning dancing in the sky. The trees revel in the water spout without limit. There is warmth there. There is a little happiness to be revealed. There is soft music there, washing souls. There is a hope in there. These eyes closed, trying to find a glimmer of those little things there.

Finally, a smile is no longer the darkness.

Finally, a smile is no longer the darkness

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