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Rain has a way of transforming the ordinary. You think you know the Gingerbread City, its streets and parks, the imposing stone of the Romanesque courthouse, delicate peaks of Victorian porches. You’ve passed this way a thousand times. Then comes a storm and the place you thought you knew dissolves into signs and wonders. Umbrellas tumble from the sky. An elephant sails into sight. In the rose-colored gleam of a hooded sun lie hints of tales untold. Just ask the solitary watcher. He has seen them all.

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