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  • If the rain was in the gutter we had a time with it. Popsicle sticks made suitable floats. If the rain was in puddles we fished worms out and watched them twist.

    Things aren't so much different now.

    Water still pours. Puddles and pools are meant for splashing. The hard light fades and leaves a stillness on the untended, the forgotten, the left behind to calls of dinner and bedtime.
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