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The moon is the only light that has touched her skin for a long time, but tonight she does not even have that. Clouds pass over it, and the night grows darker, but not threateningly so. When the rain comes, it comes like a soft-spoken friend. She should return to the shelter Etienne has made for her, but the water is like a fine mist and warm against her skin, so she lingers outside.
There were moments in the rain, in the time before. If she closes her eyes and pretends that it is day, she can imagine his touch.