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A Roman street in the rain
Last night I dreamed I was standing on a cobbled street in Pompeii, but it was raining — the kind of steady, soaking rain that makes everything smell like wet stone and dust. No one else was around, just the gutters running with water, and I could hear it dripping off the eaves of a taberna. I woke up with that smell still in my nose, which doesn't happen often.
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