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Sill in Onewords

  • Jan. 11, 2014, 2:07 p.m.
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I looked through the window and saw the rain. It didn't phase me, I mean, this is Seattle after all. I reach down to the sill and hold his favorite toy. I love it, too. It matches us both. A lion. He loves the crinkle. I love the yellow. I also love what the lion represents. Strength.


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