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비가. . . 너무 예뻐서. . .

It was a Monday morning, crisp and sweet. The skies were Grey and the atmosphere wasn't warm. But it felt more gentle that way.  Swaying and Swaying, the wind blew the most gentle of breezes, as the flowers had been covered in the beautiful crystal known to be water, the skies, not angry or furious, but gentle, kind. As the rain and the coldness filled the air.