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I remember the rain coming down torrentially, for two weeks.....
I think it was 1983 maybe, in San Francisco.
It meant I could not go to work, I operated a hot dog-pretzel cart at that time, some mornings I would wake up, hear the rain, and depending on how much I relished going back to sleep, or the thought of losing a days pay,
colored my perspective...mostly I was happy to pull the covers up and tried
to slip back into the good dream I was having.
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