Move, move, move... my visual and auditory senses tapped constantly to feel the life around me. As long as it doesn't harm me, and I'm not a harm to anyone (or anything) else, it's something I like doing. For the few that are still around, I hear a guitar strumming along to the different tunes sung and hummed for the missing lyrics, and pauses and laughter in between.
Sometimes, it's the simplest things around us that we find beauty in. This time... I think the rain becomes a blessing. Yes... I'm showered with it.
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