Instead, it belongs to a rail-thin teenager who isn’t sure what he wants to do in life…
Greatest among the differentiating factors is that of the surface upon which the rain lands, drops of rain like tiny hands striking the skins of myriad drums.
It falls on stone statues with both facial features and inscriptions worn indecipherable by centuries of exposure to the elements.
A long metal pole has invaded my living room on several occasions. Supported with a camera tripod on one end and a light stand on the other, it is always festooned with sodden garments that didn’t make it inside before the rain arrived.
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