The corrosiveness of thought: I should have been a dancer. A rain dancer. The secular kind. A modernist rain dancer who dances not for rain, nor as rain, but as someone who is invigorated by it.
The statue pictured above has endured a number of rainfalls over the years in his role as garden ornament. Not a lot of rain of late. I can't think of the last time it did.
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