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Dirty

The water here tastes funny. The food does too, but mostly just the water bothers me. It tastes unnatural and fake, like it's been inside too long. I never really feel clean after a shower here. And the water never really warms up. It trickles our of the spout, like a waterfall during a drought, falling obligatorily, but not enthusiastically. I miss the rain, the warm showers of spring, crashing thunderstorms of summer, chilly drizzle of fall, even the icy sleet of winter. I miss God's tears, falling from the heavens and baptizing me again and again. In the rain, I could really feel clean free forgiven. But not here. The showers here barely work, the water never gets warm, and it tastes funny anyway.
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alicia-harger
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Nov 2, 2011
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