From one of my notebooks, May 8, 1997
I walk down the street whilst a light rain falls. I turn the corner and stop. As I look down the avenue lined by aged evergreens, the sun peeks through just a touch, to illuminate the raindrops that now appear to be light crystals falling from the treetops. The cherry blossoms are flying upon the cold wind and in the distance, the snow kissed mountains sit silently.
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