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Sep 2013
Waking up to the Sound of Rain
walking around barefoot upon the Pavement at 5 AM
on the First of September:

The Rain
smells and feels
so ******* good.

O, Rains;
alieviate the plentiful Fires of
Californian Summer.

I love a good Thunderstorm;
ain't nothin' quite like
the elegant Power of Mother Nature.
Anubis the Philosomancer
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Anubis the Philosomancer  29/We're all a bit mad here.
(29/We're all a bit mad here.)   
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