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A childhood belief about weather

On my fifteenth birthday it rained from the time we woke up and it didn't stop until the next morning. I was upset and my mother to confort me she said that the angels were crying cause they where happy I turned 15. To this day I still belive that it's the angles or one of my relatives that has passed; that crys for all of us when it rains.

— R.L.

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