The Wistful Mountain

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The rain does not fall so much as it hangs, a suspended grey curtain of mist that erodes the very concept of distance, blurring the boundary between the cobblestones of the square and the heavy, breathing dark of the night, a state of being that you have known for so long it has become the texture of your own skin, a second layer of flesh that you wear like a penance, a weight that settles into...

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