The wetness of that street, the light
the way the clouds were heavy is
not description. But in the memory I fear
the distortion. I do not feel
what it was I was feeling. I am im-
patient to begin again, open
whatever door it was, find the weather
is out there, grey, the rain then and
now falling from the sky to the wet ground.
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