under the weather

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

"A banjo?" Ryan had never heard anyone play any music before, except for an odd little thing called a harmonica. She found that shrill noise rather irritating and to think back on it sent shivers down her spine. The man that she and her mother had met who played the harmonica had been a lying cheat. Her mother had really gotten the short end of the stick. Ryan was just a by stander. "I’ve never heard one before." She raised a hand, twirling one of the longer strands of her bangs around a finger. "I’ve been a traveler my whole life, actually. My mother and I have moved from place to place. I’ve never really been anywhere longer than… I don’t know, a couple weeks?"

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