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Winter Rain, part 60

“We’re nearly there, right?” “Mm hmm,” she answers, “maybe another five minutes?” “He has a farm?” I ask, looking around at the surprisingly green meadows rolling by.  We’ve turned down so many narrow, windy roads, I’ve lost track of everything but our heading: West. “No, no—he’s restored an old monastery, or something, I think.  It’s a big place, [...]

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Winter Rain, part 59

“You . . . live in the city, right?” “Mm hmm,” I say, turning back in my seat to face her.  I smile, but she doesn’t seem quite comfortable meeting my eyes.  “Right in the middle.” “Isn’t that . . . difficult?  You know, living so close to all those people?” I nod.  “It can be.  You’ve certainly got to be careful.  I mean, no changing [...]

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Winter Rain, part 58

I wake with a start to motion and blinding sunshine.  I squeeze my eyes shut to block out the light, but the dream stabs at me from the backs of my eyelids, and I snap them open again.  My shirt is damp with sweat, and I start to shiver, despite the warmth of the sun [...]