Walking In The Small Moments

At 3:30 in the morning, there was only the Rain and the Goddess. I listened to both, one falling in torrents in the absolute silence and darkness, one speaking into my ear… from a poetic diary, WindWalking, which I found while searching for Goddess of Silence

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