The Wistful Voyage

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2026-08-19 06:42:37 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the highway and turned the world into a watercolor painting left out in a storm, and I sat in the passenger seat of my mother’s sedan, watching the wipers beat their frantic, syncopated rhythm against the glass, each swipe wiping away the present only to have it rush back in with renewed, wet...

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