Now that the hard rain has moved off, the sky is soft blue and the clouds are long stretching swaths of gleaming white, set with deep grooves of dark purples and grays. The air coming in my window is cool and dry, mercifully, after too many hot, humid August days and nights. The calendar marks no day in particular, and…
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