watching it rise

Teolinda Gersão’s The Woman Who Stole the Rain:

That was when I heard what they were saying. One of them did most of the talking, while the other merely asked a question now and then or made the occasional sound. Theirs were two different and unequal voices.

The rain, I heard one of them say. It was because of the rain.
– Teolinda Gersão

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