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March 14, 2016
Come with me. Sing that song we heard while walking on a cobblestone path where the bougainvilleas were the pinkest. Come with me where? Places where the rain doesn't stop and the windows are always happy because they're 24/7 clean and touched and paid attention to. Won't they tire of the attention? You ask. And I say No, windows don't tire of the attention, they like the rain, they like being clean, they like not accumulating dirt, they like the constant touching, the nonstop pitter-patter. The roofs like it, too, just not as much as the windows do.