"I was born in a drought year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and the dry ceaseless wind, for the men to come back in the evenings, bringing water from a distant spring. Veins of leaves ran dry, roots shrank. And all my life I have dreaded the return of that year, sure that it still is somewhere, like a dead enemy's soul. Fear of dust in my mouth is always with me, and I am the faithful husband of the rain, I love the water of wells and springs and the taste of roofs in the water of cisterns. I am a dry man whose thirst is praise of clouds, and whose mind is something of a cup. My sweetness is to wake in the night after days of dry heat, hearing the rain."~Wendell Berry, "Water" Poem.
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Benevolent ✿ Alice Cullen
FanfictionAble to live guilt-free after his mother's murderer is exposed and jailed, Kane Hodgkin decides to go to college. To his horror he forgot about a large assignment that could jeopardize his scholarship opportunities. In a last minute attempt to save...