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It's drizzling outside
and here I am sitting in the cool breeze, thinking of the nine months that whizzed by, and all I am reminded of is something very delicate. Delicate like a glass and yet so strong which could have been shattered by a drop, but it strengthened with each step. On this beautiful day, I am reminded of the moments we shared, the infectious laughter and the support during tears. And that makes me wonder did I really deserve all this or was I lucky by chance? And here I am smiling as wide as I can, looking at the clear sky with hope and little dismay. Hoping against hope that the rain never stops!
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