Outside it had begun to rain, a fine mist of a rain: fall leaves were plastered to the walkway, and puddles… — Patricia Reilly Giff
Outside it had begun to rain, a fine mist of a rain: fall leaves were plastered to the walkway, and puddles filled with bits of hay and coal lay in the street. A nice bit to remember for the writing. Water Street! He loved to look at it.
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