Chapter 5 Mari

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I'm up in my room on the second floor of our duplex. I pull out my lyric notebook I use for inspiration for stories and such. I jot down specific lyrics I find interesting and memorable.

"You're a cherry blossom,
You're about to bloom,
You look so pretty,
but you're gone so soon."

Staring out the window watching the rain fell and catch on the glass, making a mosaic of the Portland skyline. Wondering what he's doing.

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