The Pale Banner
The rain in Seattle does not fall so much as it hangs, a persistent gray veil that turns the city into a watercolor painting left out in the damp, smearing the hard edges of the skyscrapers and the soft, decaying beauty of the brick rows in the neighborhoods we used to call home before the money ran out, and before the silence became too loud to ignore, standing on the corner of Third Avenue...
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