from Love Sequence, Summer and Fall: Rain
Issue #54
Spring 1991
Now it's raining again. Will it, luminous, ever take the place of freedom, passion in the capital? The raindrops need not formulate as prison bars— again. The absence of rain was an illusion first one, then the other settled for....
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