The Graywater City
The Graywater City The rain in this city doesn't wash anything clean. It just makes the grime slicker, makes the shadows deeper, makes you wonder if God ever looked at New York and decided to weep. I stood in my apartment on the Lower East Side, the sound of rain hammering against a window that hadn't sealed properly since the war. Three years. Three years since I came home from the Pacific...
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