a crack, a creak sitting as a silo would. i hear the sound in my back, i feel the dribble of the water running, running, flowing, clouds flowing, water floating, as does my vision, bleary and dry, and it comes to me, in fragments of memories, my legs up against the wall, perpendicular to my
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