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  • Windows. Grey tinted glass windows. Rains. The dark grey
    highlights the green around. Everything has come back to life. And so has she. The music should be turned off. She wants hear it all. The quiet of the tinted glass. The music of her feet playing with water. The slow hum of joy. The wind.
    She loves seeing the world through her window. Slightly grey. And a little blue. With small streams of water running down the glass. A painting. A dream. Joy.
    Eyes. Kohl eyes. They bring everything back to life. Shouting with joy.Mocha skin. And goosebumps. Long waves of black hair carelessly pushed behind. Doesn't stay there though. She let's them be. Chai in her hands. Slowly awakening her insides. Misty...hazy. Like a rainy day. The slight hint of a smile in those eyes. Dancing. Laughing. Teasing. Dreaming.
    And he looks at her again. She's drama and spice. sensual and sublime. She's the air in his lungs. And still takes his breath away. He sighs.
    He has fallen in love with these rainy mornings again. And her. Like
    any other day. Like every single day.
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