Sapphire
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Ongoing27m
Last published Wed, Nov 19, 2014
I saw the rain pouring down. I didn't want to go outside but another part of me did.
I opened the door and steeped out onto the porch and what happened next was nothing I ever expected to happen.
I wasn't getting wet and I didn't hear splashes on the deck. I look up and realized,
the rain wasn't pouring
it was frozen in mid-air
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