More rain, June disappears in a cloud cover of its own making and you're ready to go along with it. The top-ups are so temporary, so light, like hummingbirds resting only for a second before they're off again. You feel like there should be a key here somewhere, a door, an answer, but you are left with nothings, with more of the same.
Wherever you go, there you are, she said. You spent a lifetime trying to prove her wrong but have ended right back where you started with nothing but sand in your hands.
It didn't have to be like this, you think, but maybe that's exactly where you get it wrong. Maybe this is all it is, and you should have learned how to make your peace with it.
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