It's coming up on morning, and the driving rain seems to have appropriately slowed to a drizzle. What is night good for, if not having a monopoly on the sublime and hyper-real? Anyhow, the tarps in West were bulging, hernia-like, in a few key places due to the rain; something about the dark, swollen masses seemed a little amusing
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