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A story written in segments by many different authors.
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Sunday, April 18, 2004
There was a warm rain that day, but instead of dampening her spirits, it reminded her that summer was finally here. Sasha (name subject to change) was kneeling in front of her coffee table, sketching the face she saw in her mind. She couldn't stop drawing this face, painting it, doodling it. She was a little embarassed at this, since she had never even spoken to the man, but he did haunt her. She was rationalizing, she knew, and painting her way away from him--using her brush strokes to build a wall that would keep her from talking to him, using each line to keep herself from from letting him be real. She stretched, and adjusted her position so her legs wouldn't fall asleep. The sound of the rain hitting her windows was distracting her, and she was losing her focus. She leaned back against the couch, running her fingers through her long dark hair. She looked again at the window, the rain running down it. She smiled to herself, then stood abruptly, heading for the door. Her umbrella remained leaned against the coat rack, her shoes remained on the doormat. The wood of her deck was warm as she splashed across it, leaping to the ground, skipping the last two steps and landing in a nice big puddle. She giggled at the mud between her toes, but didn't even pause. Surrounded by trees, her house was a perfect place for dancing in the rain, and she did. Her arms upraised, her smile sparkling up to the clouds. Soon her hair was dripping, her shirt was completely transparent and her pants were sagging further off her hips than usual, with the weight of water. She laughed and twirled and let all the stresses of life be washed out of her by the sky's water.
Around the corner came Rusty, her [breed of dog], catching her scent a little late because of the rain. She stopped her dance and started scratching behind his ears, suddenly aware of the mess she was.
"Let's go inside, buddy." She headed for the garage, so she could dry him--and herself--a little before going inside.
She felt so full and yet so clean and refreshed.
um...yeah, this is going nowhere.
you start something.
or i'll try again later.
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