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Letter to Susan by W. F. Lantry I do not believe in the rain. Yet the leaves bend, and in the gutter a flood backs the sewer, and a young girl runs down the street with the Los Angeles Times above her head. Where is she racing, her arms wet, and her hair falling? her legs raise shadows of water, but I do not believe in the rain since, when I unclasp my hands, they cannot attract the wind and my arms forget to be cold. |
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