August 21st, 2014, 5pm

It was 26.1°C with few clouds. The breeze was gentle.

I promise: caterpillars will always turn into bejeweled butterflies.

I promise: hard, tight little seeds will always grow into trees to shade you.

I promise: hurt will seep away into peace…one day.

I promise: every morning the sun will rise to touch your skin.

I promise: doubtful little streams always find their way to the ocean.

I promise: good will always triumph over evil.

I promise: rainbows always follow on the heels of the storm.

Hold tight through the storm, my love. A rainbow is coming.

David Wade said thanks.

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Jess Hutton

I write. I don't like shoes. I do like cheese.

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