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Headlines "Stars Come Down" by searchingforneggs It was one of those days when you just don't care how wet you are. A rainstorm was thudding against the swollen hill, strips of water peeling off down the sides and feeding the lake. The ceiling of clouds had tightened overhead, still like a painting but gradually deepening to a dark plum color along with the falling rain. We were soaked through...
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