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70 Apocryphal Weather Chaos in the distant thunder I hear like misdirected artillery and the ghosts left in its wake and the most lovely summer lawn mower noise next door somewhere. It fades, and then gets loud, and then fades again as long as I will listen. Today, I won’t die of loneliness because the lilac scent blows through the screen restoring me. ...

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