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E-PrinceIt's cold and damp this evening, and stinging droplets - the product of a day full of rain and mist - cling to my cheeks like tears as I walk through campus. Light pours out through archways and alleys and from ...(back to the article)
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I very much enjoyed this piece, especially the connection between the image of seeping fog "as if from an overflowing glass" and :she lets the cold water fill to the brim and start to flow over onto her wrist" as though the mother's experience 'informed' the author's choice of words through a subconscious connnection. Very nice imagery.