The Faded River

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The Faded River

The rain did not stop. It fell in thin, gray needles. I watched them strike the windshield. They blurred the world. I drove. The road was wet. The car hummed. I was going to see my father. He was ill. The doctor said so. The doctor was a man with kind eyes. He spoke softly. He said the time was short. I did not listen. I thought of work. I thought of the files. I thought of the quiet. I am a...

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