I was on one hand, imagining the smell of October rain,,the smell of wet pavement, of wet limestone, a crisp northern tang to the wind, the sound of drops pittering onto the stones
On the other, the smell of wet grass, carried from some drying field outside of town, the smell of dry pavement grown wet
must be wonderfull!
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