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| This is the place park |
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| Right before the storm weather warning came |
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| We did not make it home from our walk with Fritz before the rain came pouring down |
Yet somehow it was warm and wet and no one else can feel it for me. Only I can let it in. Feel the rain on my skin - and clothes and shoes and hair and feel the huge smile on my face walking hand and hand with Martin.
