Cigar smoke, static from Atlanta, pollen; just blowing in the wind. on the road to Duluth, 1:30pm.
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brick clouds, satin sky french thunder rumbles in jazz tears of the bayou. French Quarter, New Orleans, 10:37am.
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Scent of coming rain whispers beneath the oak tree I await its tale. Jakuren Hōshi, 87
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