The Wistful Crossroads

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The rain hits the tin roof like gravel. You are wet. Your shoes are heavy. The mud clings to your ankles. It is the year of the new bridge. The town holds its breath. You stand at the edge of the mill. The river is high. It is brown. It is fast. It eats the banks. You look down. The water rushes past. It does not stop. It does not wait. It is always there. It has been there since before your...

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