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Two drops from a shaken wet tree above me:  one that merely grazes my right arm’s hairs before continuing its descent; the other which strikes my arm but is so slight and insignificant a point of moisture that it leaves no mark — as if the effort to instill me with a sensation of itself had caused it to expire and be vanish.

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