The night the river visited it smelled of sweet raw tobacco, perused the titles in our bookcase, peeked down the darkened hallway and swirled around the couch. We tried to make conversation, but the water was indifferent. It whirled arou… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader The Flood That Year perfectsublimemasters May 23 The night the river visited it smelled of sweet raw tobacco, perused the titles in our bookcase, peeked down the darkened hallway and swirled around the couch. We tried to make conversation, but the water was indifferent. It whirled around the dryer then under the mud room door, rolled over the petunias then down along the walkway. No […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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