Fri, 06/21/2013 - 09:50 -- kffc

It began as an irksome drizzle. My fingers slipped around the knot I was tying on my Beaded Prince. Then the rain started to get really irritating. Drops fell steadily off the peak of my cap and I slipped down the greasy grass of a bank and up to my knees in the river below the bridge on beat five. I clambered back up to get even wetter.

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Andy Hill
Date Published: 
Friday, June 21, 2013