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{P.L.O.T.S.} – Creatives Magazine


Creativity Is Humanities Algorithm

RAIN A drop of rain falling –it didn’t know where its parents were,It didn’t know where its companions wereall it knew was falling. The wind took it up, turning it overcuriousfingering the bead of it until it shone.It lay dead-weight in the palm, submissiveto all the wind’s intimacies. But the wind had other business caught up […]Rain

*”BEAUTIFUL” ~Maxwanette A Poetess🌹 ✒🌹

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