The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside the high, narrow windows of St. Jude’s Orphanage into a watercolor smear of mud and slate, a blurring of the boundary between the solid earth and the fluid sky, a dissolving of the very ground beneath our feet that felt less like weather and more like a slow, liquid erosion of the reality we had...

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