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Usual weather

Today when someone opens the door to leave into evening with its share of rainfall, words will seem common, inexact, yet final. The rain again, an unwelcome charity, stops as easily as it had begun. Already, I miss the usual weather, the few clumsy fireflies in the first mist, the porch lights turning off one by one near morning, the ordinary, the taken for granted.

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