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I’ve become disenchanted with Washington in the Spring and Fall. I am of the disposition that when the rains return, it is time to hole up inside and hibernate. Unfortunately, in the Pacific Northwest, that time is most of the time. Rain pours — I crawl into bed and listen to its incessant patter on the roof above. I have a feeling WL knows what I’m talking about. Read More »WL: You’re Not Really Here