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a taste :: richard jarrette

by on March 2, 2017

She looked in wonder at the rain suddenly on fire just
before being slammed across the veranda into a solid
oak door. When revived, her first thought was how
everything is up for grabs and that’s what she began
saying over and over, seeing beyond her friends’ faces–
how all that we know is wrong, half-right at best, while
a taste of what we don’t know is bearing down on us at
tremendous speed whether or not we are ready. Amazed
that she survived, her friends remembered only that she
had whispered, The rain is on fire.


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