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The rain fell straight down, no slanting due to wind, no swirling around. We shel-tered for a time, then braved the soaking that was to come, home was miles away and night was rushing towards us. Senses drowned and hope washed away, we walked unthinking and with no hope. The old lane flooded, and every step was a slip away from muddied misery. We did not speak nor think, one step more was all any could make. The light was fading, dark was near when we found shelter from the rain. Next time we go by train.
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Peter Rose
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