The Wistful Voyage
The rain hits the glass. It is hard. It is cold. You hold the coat. It is blue. It was his. You left it in the car. You came back. The engine is off. The street is quiet. You walk. The road is long. The trees are bare. The sky is gray. You feel the wind. It cuts through your shirt. You do not stop. You walk to the edge of the town. The road ends. The wild land begins. You see a light. It is far...
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