Gray Day/A Walk

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Gray Day by Judy Rosenbaum Quietly the rain falls like a silver curtain, making liquid mirrors on the grass, outside the window while I sit inside watching quietly. A Walk by Judy Rosenbaum He pulls at his leash, and his leash pulls me. Under the charcoal sky we run through the rain. As his paws splash into puddles, drops scatter upward like glassy splinters. Dampness beads on his fur, until he shakes himself fast fast fast. Then the sky and his fur both rain on me, and the loudest sound is my laughter. ™ © Advanced Assessment Systems/LinkIt! Duplication is restricted to licensees only.

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