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3:21 p.m. - 2007-12-15 the rain clouds are gathering outside as i write this, the room is darkening, the air is electric, a storm is impending. this is a nice song for december, a grey month for the tropics, of lashes and noisy patter. the lightning and the rain falling in puddles making circles like a million angry darts on the ground. people scurrying through the wet pavements with dark coloured umbrellas. probably as sad as a lock of hair
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