thirtyseventyeight

And now for some prose:

The fluting cry of a storm bird floated down to the street from the darkening sky above the multilevel shop fronts.  We waited for the bus to come and anticipated hopefully the rain the call had promised.  It proved itself true to its word and I turned over, closing my eyes and drawing up the covers.

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