пятніца, 14 снежня 2007 г.

1.3 The Parable of the Rain

by Father Humour

In the field
It rained
I took my hood
and pulled it over my head.
I walked like Forest Gump.
And I walked.
The bottom of my trousers got wetter and wetter.

I didn't care.

The rain never stopped either.
and together me and the rain continued until exhausted.

Then we slept.

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