Storms roll in constantly, but none like this. Ever. Perhaps it’s the absence of someone. No one in general, just someone–company; or perhaps it’s the absence of the two people I’ve seen almost every day of my thriving seventeen year old life.
Something in the dull afternoon light exemplifies both absences. Personally, I think it’s the raindrops. They purposely bend the light of the obvious–where is everyone?
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