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apologetically

It’s near two years since gentle rain — how soft it comes! — has chilled my burning skin. Oh, hail there’s been; and still, the pain remembered brings its icy bruises backupon my breast in blue and purple stains. The wild, warm fury’s gone of Florida’s gales and boist’rous, balmy winds. Not warmth, nor harshness drums upon my flesh. No iciness is in this rain, and I feel upon my skin the chill of dawn. Apologetically, the sky with dampness dusts me. The soft rains are come.  *

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