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Waking, unto another day her forecast, sunny as bright perhaps, some rain.... Tomorrow they say but, be it more wishful their words these, waterless clouds ? Surrounded by tiny stuffed animals; adament objects this brass unicorn; bleeding A bit in green; his and her precious Angels ? Chestnut ponies, love's, little red heart Solitary's Christmas card yesterdays, make-shift altar pure things, while voices disappear.