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‘Her first rain: cradled in a blanket by the open window, listening wide-eyed to the lullaby pattering through the trees. A bonding moment of childhood wonder. It warms me now, as I walk the wet streets. It’s only in the downpour that I can truly breathe—because amid the deluge, she still feels close.’ – NVRNAGN
