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... towards it. The smell of moist earth invaded my nostrils – I loved this scent. And because of it, I loved the rain.
The birds nested on the nearby trees continued chirping, seemingly not bothered by my presence. I could spy a few squirrels scurrying into their little homes in the trees and.
I turned my gaze on the charred remains once again. How long had it been? Five years, more or less.
I reached out and gently touched the charred trunk of the tree. It was wet, from yes ...
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