Thunderclaps of book covers slamming together and sunny cicada recollections clinking in glasses the color of amber.
Loud music and the rustling of rats.
Rain of the Northwest.
Questioning.
That old love like broken chairs, can sit in the corner waiting to be fixed and put off indefinitely.
Then- an incredible string, improbably lying in an unpredictable place.
And a flash of tambourine.
To shake it all away.
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