April 1st 2016

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falling
····into storm drains—the city’s drizzling
········lights
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White River Junction felt like a summer’s night after a warm rain. The reflected windows and street lights seemed carried by the water into the river. The women passing by wore very little but crossed their arms as hints of a returning cold blew into the valley.
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147 April 1st 2016 | bottlecap

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