Incessant rain fell from the black parasol which hung to the horizon. Only an outstretched arm’s thumb width of last vestiges of July sun peered beneath – respectfully keeping its distance. Summer was over. The rain had the sustained sharp sound normally only heard on a film sound track. Exaggerated and enhanced. The river in … Continue reading Last Times at the River
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