� wash the spider out � 2005-05-15 � 9:21 p.m. �

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I love the cool breeze of a storm ready to break. The fresh scent of a new day... the heat of the pavement cowering to the wet of the rain. I love the sound of the leaves turning before they rest still and calm in wait.

It reminds me of home and how I'd sit out on the deck and wait at the first signs of a storm coming.

I've had a long week.

Painful. Aggrevating. Exhausting. Trying.

Now the storm is coming... lets hope it will wash it away.

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