The Rain That Remembered Names
Memories fall, too — softly, endlessly.
By GoldenSpeechPublished 2 months ago • 1 min read

Every drop that touched the ground whispered a forgotten name. When the rain stopped, no one remembered who they were anymore.

Every drop that touched the ground whispered a forgotten name. When the rain stopped, no one remembered who they were anymore.
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