Rain pattered against the window lattice, its chilly, trembling notes reminding me that another plum-rain season had come. The gardenias in the vase had wilted, and I was just about to go buy a fresh bunch when fate kept me at home. With nothing to do, I gazed through the window lattice at the world beyond, veiled in rain.
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