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Submitted to Contest #332
Only the rain remembers Where I'm from, rain tastes like sunshine. Not the warming kind - the burning kind. I was eight years old when the first rain came to claim me, when the mask of my idyllic home slipped, revealing the captivity woven into our family lore. Before the rain, everything was silent, unmoved, unaltered. Our days passed in the meadows surrounding our family estate - blissful, joyous, and unnatural. Almost as part of our routine, my sisters and I - Estelle the first, Magnolia the second in age - would spend our afternoons spra...
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