MIMOSA

I have never seen more rain. A strong ephemeral wind blows. The boats bounce vigorously. The drops and drips fall down at first a drizzle and then a cacophony. Thoughts try to take shape but escape half-formed beneath it all. People bike in bathing suits with naked feet and wet chests. Through puddles. Into soggy...

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