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April 19, 2007
Mornings like this are heavenly; post-dawn showers, the chill of the previous rainfall not warmed up by the sun yet. The puddles in the ground, like blotches of ketchup seeped into black tablecloth, but not quite enough to create depth and drench your shoes as you step into the wet spot. Suck a breath in, and your nose clears immediately, and it feels dry and icy (the best feeling in the world). A woman sitting on the pavement, waiting for her child’s school bus, using a broken branch to attempt splitting a fallen flower open: a moment of accidental over-zealousness.