The Wistful Mountain

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The rain was not falling so much as it was being erased, a fine, grey mist that dissolved the edges of the world into a soft, undefined blur where the concrete of the parking lot met the asphalt of the highway, a boundary that had never been more distinct in my thirty years of driving this route but which now, in the thickening fog of my mid-morning fatigue, seemed to shiver and liquefy under...

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