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The part of the world where I used to live.

The winds were usually west.

But when they were east, they came from the Ruhr.

The industrial heartland of Europe.


I remember the taste of the rain.

Tangy. Metallic. Acid.

I wondered whether pine trees had seasons.

Because they were all brown.


Thank you regulators.

Thank you sensible people.

For making our brown forests green again.

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