The Distant Garden
The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky by the sheer, relentless will of the atmosphere, a grey, viscous curtain that swallowed the horizon and reduced the world to a series of damp, shivering distances, a landscape where the boundary between the earth and the void had been dissolved into a single, breathing mass of mud and mist, and I stood there with the heavy,...
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