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Mar 21, 2002 10:42

It was raining blood and I could not move, frozen in a standing position out in an open field. The flowers were all stainded crimson and butterfly wings were being ripped apart by the think drops. I could not do anything but watch until everything was the brown-red and dead.

I woke up and it is raining here. The drops are thick and heavy.
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