tepid the intrepid

The rain was a deafening radio static on our newly erected red plastic cave
(at least the lunch lingering shivering had subsided after being serried under).
We would only see that crimson cover until we reached Las Marias.

The torrent poured so hard and for so long and I shook and shook and lost both of my visions.

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