scrawls
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22.6.04
it looked like it was going to all morning - all gray and dense, less like walking through soup than through mashed potatoes or maybe tapioca pudding - and then all at once there's this crack and the sky opens up and everything is instantly drenched. and by the time you recover enough to wonder, thirty seconds later, i closed my windows, right, it's too late, because it's coming down that fast. and it lasts a half hour or so and then it's muggy, and sweat the rest of the day, again.

mom asked me, from new york, if i could imagine forty percent humidity. imagine, i don't know. i think maybe i can remember it.

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