After a long span of much-needed rain, I stood outside, looking up into the damp, grey sky. Breathing was forced in the thick air, yet rain's familiar scent seeped into my lungs, triggering some memory that I couldn't pin-point. As I contemplated the blankness of the grey, a bat flitted aimlessly in odd loops and dips above my head.
I think we are using the same road-map.
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