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It’s raining. The sound of it rushing down from the sky, pelting every exposed surface. Am I standing near a waterfall? Salish Falls comes to mind. It feels like home. The noisy party down the street of people outside yelling and laughing has faded away. Pushed inside because of the downpour. The water speeding to the drains mixing in, and odd tempo to the thunderous beating of the rain. 

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