dotintime
spring
The brutal weather isn’t caused by the machinations of a moustachieod despot on another planet, though it pleases you to imagine so.
The girl who navigates the rain is not a naiad, the marsh spirit from antique tales made flesh. She’s a girl, getting wet, in a field.
All day the image of her wet flag of black hair will flap around. The sound of her feet ploshing through moss green puddles, her bracelets clattering. Her skin was irridescent with rain water and her energy shone. You will store the memory safe for decades, and return to it whenever you need comfort from arthritic fingers.
She might just have been been some kind of superhero.
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