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Kathy Bradley: Worthiness of rain
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Kathy Bradley - photo by Special
Across the field I could hear it coming, like the rustling of a thousand pages, the whispers of a thousand lovers, the lifting of a thousand wings. The rain moved toward me across the broad, flat field, a row at a time. I’d been doubtful when I left the house, based upon the general dryness and the dust that rose when a single car passed me, that any significant moisture would materialize.
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