I brush a layer skin off my leg with my hand and wonder how many little pieces I've left around the world.
The monsoons so far are backwards this year. Rain in the morning. Sun in the afternoon. Right now the sky is a multitude of grays and blues and pale yellows.
My brother and sister are on a small piece of land surrounded by an ocean. This time of day won't reach them for three more hours.
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