8th of Febuary

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She ran down the rainy avenue with a plum seed on her tongue and cold, wet socks on her feet.

She slowed down when she felt a pain in her chest, yet she still smiled.

Her hair was full of tiny raindrops that glittered in the dying daylight.

And for once in so many months,

her heart was full of hope.

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