Another woman
Another story
Another victim
Another beginning for someone new
Why?
Why do we do it? Why do we stay until it's too late?
Why do we chose them?
Why do we have babies with them?
Why do we stare at the new person wondering what her story is?
We already know what it is.
No suitcase
No jacket
Just a baby carrier and (now) a single mom in pajamas.
Tonight the woman are as different as a Farmer's Market - what you would expect...and yet it never is.
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Rain - Patty Griffin
Strange how hard it rains now
Rows and rows of big dark clouds
When I'm still alive underneath this shroud
Rain Rain Rain
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