Countless miles away, numerous regions apart.
A familiar petrichor found its way, in this distant foreign land.
Reminiscent of a time engulfed in innocence, a time with simpler essence.
A time when rain brought the joy of dancing on the terrace above,

not an aching heart craving love.

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