Rain is pouring on your naked head, rivulets are forming between your brows, spilling deep into your bald breasts, and now you are soaked, drenched, drowning as you stand. Tiny droplets are dangling from your lashes, but you were never crying, not today, today is beautiful, full of your young hope, your naivety and dreams. Today you are an ethereal vision standing alone betwixt head-high golden barley, the flush of youth intermingled with raindrops on your face, and you are waiting on nothing, everything is waiting on you.


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