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Moments after the rain stops the sun glistens on things so bad it hurts to look; and steam lifts off the roofs and still-deserted streets like something terrible has just happened.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
After the Rain
Moments after the rain stops the sun glistens on things so bad it hurts to look; and steam lifts off the roofs and still-deserted streets like something terrible has just happened.
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Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
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