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Saturday, August 6, 2011

Rain

When it rains after a long dry spell, the grass and dirt smell like wealth to me.  Everything at first sucks in it's stomach against the shock of the cold until the warmth of their bodies find a middle ground between the cold of the sky and the heat of the sun. 
And then
everything seems to take a deep breath and soak in one more day of life.

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