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title: Walking in the rain
genre: verse

project:
    title: Autocento of the breakfast table
    css: autocento
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I can walk through the rain, [that rare occurrence][] \
and never be hit by a drop.  There is a space around me \
that refuses to be [penetrated][] by weather of any kind \
be it rain or snow or sunshine.  [Is it cold I hear you][] \
asking in your voice soft as a breeze.  No it is not \
[particularly cold][].  If I were to describe it as warm \
[I would be lying as well][].  If I were to pretend I heard \
you, far-off, mirage, breeze on the horizon, [no truth][] \
would ever be said to have come from [my frozen lips][].

[that rare occurrence]: collage-instrument.html
[Is it cold I hear you]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
[particularly cold]: cold-wind.html
[I would be lying as well]: todaniel.html
[no truth]: no-nothing.html
[my frozen lips]: swansong-alt.html
[penetrated]: lovesong.html