Drizzle A fine drizzle softens the air falls whisper-light an almost-rain to glaze tired grass and hard, cracked earth.   It lifts scents, musty cave odors we love with our primal selves.   Earth stirs, the mist soft as a lover’s breath. She sighs, content.   Drizzle A fine drizzle softens the air and falls…

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