River Tam (
river_meimei
) wrote
2007-05-15 03:38 am (UTC)
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"He remembers," River says softly. "What hasn't happened yet. When it's relevant, the wind will change."
She tips her face to the sky, eyes closing.
"I smell rain."
The clouds are gathering, scudding across the sun; no thunderstorm, but perhaps a spring shower. Or perhaps not yet.
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She tips her face to the sky, eyes closing.
"I smell rain."
The clouds are gathering, scudding across the sun; no thunderstorm, but perhaps a spring shower. Or perhaps not yet.