UNDER AUGUST
by K. V. SkeneDorset, U. K.
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Under August rain, the outside world swells to bursting— water flows like wine at weddings and wakes. This is neither. This is our last summer night. Candle-light flickers, shape-shifts above and below our separate darks, swallows up shadows, fades out of sight.
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