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Jul 2019
The air is thick with anticipation.
Birds have quieted, their song lost in the darkened sky.
A gust of wind whistles as it whips up dead leaves on the sidewalk, stirring them around before letting them scatter.
All is still.

When at last, the first drop breaks through the heavens, it shatters the silence with it, and beats onto the ground like applause.
perfection in nature
silentwoods
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