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and in the rain, in its momentary coolness, in its blurry haze of mist and water, cloud and smoke, humidity and crispness- things, emotions, feelings are crystallised, condensed into a clear minty soup of comfort and clarity, romance and brevity, imagination and reality, isolation and companionship.
and in the end, we will only remember the heart it races.
[sentiment on bus on a rainy thursday]
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This is fantastic.
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