I insist.
In the rain,
not the misty kind,
or the once in a while,
but the almost pouring,
wind-abled,
soaking, kind of rain,
hike,
into the dripping,
shades and blooms,
of intimate, bigger-ness,
more-ness,
hidden-ness,
within, once-in-a-wild
moods of Forest Park
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