The Mirror Serpent
The rain in Seattle doesn't fall. It hangs. It suspends itself in the air like a question that no one wants to answer, and you walk through it without feeling it until you're already soaked and wondering when that happened. I have been walking through this rain for twenty years, ever since I was born unable to speak, unable to form the sounds that other children made when they learned to say...
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