still falling, still clueless about her life, she remembered the time when she thought about things she could do indoors on a cold, rainy day.
she could draw faces on chilled frosty windows and then...watch till they melted, till all the faces began to cry...
she could lie on her back a long, long time, and then...get all mixed up and think the floor was the ceiling and the ceiling was the floor...
in that moment, she began to think of life as a long, rainy day. there was no top; there was no bottom.
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