The Wistful Silence

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The rain does not fall so much as it presses against the skin, a cold, persistent hand that knows the precise map of your nerves. You are walking, though the word suggests a purposeful stride, a destination in mind, when in truth you are merely being carried by the momentum of a body that has forgotten how to stop. The landscape is a wash of grey and ochre, the heather bruised purple by the...

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