Rain screams towards earth, her sixth bad dream of the month wakes us both, a wild wind shakes the porch, it’s an angry unfed visitor wired like a bobcat in late July, scrawny and ever vigilant for strips, such thin scraps of flesh or mere attention, it knows in its cold bones affection is out of the question. Weather never cares whether anyone ever arrives home through dark reflecting streets to the fireplace, cozy thick quilt, the unasked expectancies.
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