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[dustythoughts]

Tonight's jog was fraught with more than the usual thought, full of contemplation and memories of camp. I love the rain as it is now, sighing as it falls and whispering secrets to the grass, nigh melting before it hits the earth, visible only by the light of the lamps surrounding Denny Field. It's times like these that I like think that this

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[ce_coeur]

oui

[cjceej]

yes.