We were supposed to go to the river today, but it's raining, and I walked out into the back garden in my robe and stood in it, the kind of heavy mist-turned-rain that we get in the fall and winter, not a summer storm. There was a thread of water coming off the gutter and a spiderweb outlined in water droplets over the gate and the grass was cold and wet and the earth was soft under my feet and it was so much easier to breathe.
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June 2019
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