I was full of sharp pointy feelings and running late to get to a place I didn't want to go, and then it started to rain and that was too many things. But then I found a dry spot on a dusty bench under a little roof, and the rain poured and poured, and I called a friend and breathed in the rain smell and the air was cool and damp on my cheeks, and everything was okay again.
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June 2019
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