If I sit still, very still, and quietly, very quietly — so still that I can feel the locket around my neck and so quietly that I can hear my breath — I am aware of the heaviness of the rain. In thousands of individual drops it holds the house to the ground. Like a paperweight.
Not quite Auld Lang Syne
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