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T HE SUN couldn't punch through the leaden sky that clung over Spocari, and the rain kept coming down. For five days and nearly five nights it had rained—hard rain, but not the stinging, driving kind. It was warm rain, at least warm for the time of year. Second warmest March on record, the Herald said, and the damp air wasn't cold in spite of the hovering clouds..

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