maggieod

By maggieod

Pear tree studio rain

He puts his head around the door and say's " I can't get rid of this cold It's in my chest. In the other room she say's " I've failed, can you believe it" In this room, the sky darkens, brings with it, rain sounds, outside, the pear tree sits, misted, white as a wedding gown.

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