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Gutters find their voices. Kids stamp puddles into hymns. We pretended we were fine— we were thirsty as pavements. Tin roofs drum old choruses; petrichor signs the air. No flood today—only blessing. Windows open; rooms breathe out. Call it home if it holds you twice.
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Gutters find their voices. Kids stamp puddles into hymns. We pretended we were fine— thirsty as pavements. Tin roofs drum old choruses. A frog writes its name on the night. But—no flood tonight, only blessing. Windows open; rooms breathe out. Call it home if it holds you twice.
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