It's been raining for days and days and days.
Everything is green and blooming.
There are puddles.
The air smells like lilacs.
It makes me miss Seattle, though I did not see any lilacs there.
My heart is embedded between Wachusett and Monadnock....
but perhaps tonight I'll dream of Mt. Rainier?
Did I even spell that right?
I suppose it doesn't
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