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Jun 2020
This reminds me of home.
The smell of wet pavement and damp grass,
the sound of a chirping toad mixed with rain dripping off the rooftops and echoing down storm gutters.

If I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I can almost believe that I'm back in the swamps.
but Florida is a long way off
JDK
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JDK  35/M/Japan
(35/M/Japan)   
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