"It was raining when Rahel came back to Ayemenem. Slanting silver ropes slammed into loose earth, plowing it up like gunfire. The old house on the hill...
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless pigsty, carpet bombing still, tea-colored puddles the way memory bombs still, tea-colored minds.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Heaven opened and the water hammered down, reviving the reluctant old well, greenmossing the pigless...
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