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The path pulsed and sent shockwaves up my legs, churning miles behind me, but still miles before me. I kicked dust into clouds; weeds shrank from the sun as my eyes burned and matched the colour of the sky. When the rain fell I laughed and opened my mouth – not sure I caught any drops, but still, it was raining.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
But Still
The path pulsed and sent shockwaves up my legs, churning miles behind me, but still miles before me. I kicked dust into clouds; weeds shrank from the sun as my eyes burned and matched the colour of the sky. When the rain fell I laughed and opened my mouth – not sure I caught any drops, but still, it was raining.
ricky-barnes
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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