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  1. bodicea August 19, 2006 / 1:44 PM

    Rain is therapeutic in its own rhythmic way. It has its own voice that tells tales of sorrow and yester years.

    Beautifully.

    Seems like it allocates us time to muse alone. In this rat race.

    A time of serene contemplation.

  2. Naoko Kensaku August 19, 2006 / 8:29 PM

    That’s true. Thank you, I’ve never heard it expressed so beautifully.

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