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Tuesday, August 30, 2005


Today the rain pours down without giving any hint of stopping. Everything is wet, drenched. Downtown, people hunch under awnings and run across the street, dodging puddles.

I'm reminded of the houseplant I soaked in my sink last night - the smell of wet earth is everywhere.

I walk with my face held up to the sky, letting the drops splash
on my skin.


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