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“Free”

The faint, colorless droplets collapse on her skin.

Her tiny, tail-wagging companion trails by her side.

Scampering to the most immense puddles in sight.

Frolic as if no one is watching.

Free.

*Concrete Poem: Shape of a puddle

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