It rained in my dreams but nowhere else. Miles and acres of no rain. The moon sculpted a cruel smile.

I dreamed I was walking on wet glass, a slick surface, reflecting a shallow coffin sky. In the morning, there were powdered bones tumbling in the dirt.

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