Feathers fell in the dark making no sound. You could be anyone here and the rain would never wash you away. The breeze echoed in the silent streets as she recited Bible verses on the train, holding my arm to steady herself when we were jolted.
The comfort of the streets, the pattern of life weaving through the cobbled lanes, creeping through my window and watching me rest. Breath fills my lungs and I have life. My apartment tells me a bedtime story. I fall asleep before night arrives but my eyes wake before day breaks.
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