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11/16/2009
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Today's forecast?
Partly cloudy with a chance of emotional memories.
Rain likely.
The sun barely wants to say hello.
Rainbows hide and their colors swell and blur in the disappearing light.
It's November.
A grey, cool November.
This day last year?
It was November then, too.
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