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			<title>Petrichor</title>
			<description>It is raining.The clock ticks monotonously, and I tap my feet to the rhythm of the clock&amp;rsquo;s heartbeat. I am impatient, and I don&amp;rsquo;t wonder why. Sitting in hospital waiting rooms never was a hobby of mine, a chore made particularly tedious by the fact that it is first rain after a..</description>
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