I have forgotten what the morning looks like. The rain has been relentless, and when it grew tired, it had sent its henchman, The Chill, along its pursuits. Waking up was groggy - the alarm was jarring - but the beauty of leaving curtains half-open dawned. Then again, beauty is a superfluous word, too cliché and uninspiring. I was simply surprised
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