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Beauty Word of the Day: Petrichor

When I was a child, it rained every afternoon in the summer. You could count on it. Right around 3 p.m., the skies would open up and the rain would fall down in heavy, big, hard drops. After the rain stopped, we would go back outside and play. The rain didn’t cool down the 95 degree heat. But, for a little while, it felt more comfortable. I can remember that I liked the feel of the wet sidewalk under my bare feet but hated walking on the wet grass. 

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