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Thunderstorms last night have left the world cooler and damp and smelling of Florida. Even here in the middle of the city, I hear chickens clucking & warbling to themselves. If I close my eyes, I could be on my Aunt's farm in Alachua.
April 08, 2013 at 05:33 AM in Florida | Permalink
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