An Exercise
I was dusting the mantlepiece when I heard the rain start up. The sun was shining, it had been hot all day. I ran outside in my long skirt and bare feet, and threw up my arms, dusting rag and all, and spun, facing the sky. Then my mother came out, in her blue housedress, took my hands, and we both spun, laughing at the sky and sun and the asphalt hot on our feet, and our faces against their dizzying, ever-changing backgrounds.
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