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My mind is spinning out of control
Walking through these trees
As the rain begins to fall
 There is no shelter that I seek
My thoughts are like an umbrella for this storm does not bother me
It solidifies the strength in me as the rain beats hard upon these streets
 I find myself slipping through the opening of a gate
 inside this tiny nook is a garden of retreat
A bench was placed for 1+1 by the inscription on it's frame
"My beloved Dorothy
Meet me were we parted last and
I will always be here with you.
Forever yours,
John"
10·24·1941
Even in the rain
Life is beautiful