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... catch a cold.
Mum would always scold me for getting sick, she thought, with a bittersweet smile. The memory was nostalgic. She looked around the garden. It was as empty as the aisles near her home. She liked the silence disturbed only by the pattering of the rain. She felt part of the garden, the earth. The smell of the wet soil and foliage felt wonderful. She closed her eyes, taking it all in.
After a while, she realized that the rain wasn’t hitting her at all. She opened her e ...
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