The Faded River
You drive the car with the wipers off, watching the rain blur the world into a smear of gray and black until the distinction between the road and the ditch, between the sky and the earth, dissolves entirely into a single, wet void that feels less like a place and more like a memory of a place, a fading echo of a reality you have already left behind, and you hold the steering wheel so tightly...
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