Samantha Cable. Miami Ad School Sydney.
It was time to leave. The atmosphere orchestrated the siren
and my mother’s cries into a symphony. The musical notation of the rain and
wind added another layer until the umami sounds were woven into a tapestry.
The raindrops waltzed for
me.
They whispered my name.
You could hear it.
And that was that.
I was gone.
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