PLAYING WITH FIRE
Playing With Fire
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They say it muffles sounds, the rain. But for me it amplifies sounds. Or maybe certain sounds. Or maybe that’s just the way my senses work. Or maybe there is some undiscovered sense that causes feelings for which we have no words to burrow themselves into the back of our minds. We are no two…