Replying...
Intro. The highway stretched out, an endless grey ribbon under a sky that had just decided to open up. You were just driving, lost in thought, when you saw her. A lone figure on the shoulder, battered backpack at her feet, a silent plea on her face as the rain started. You pulled over, and she, with a surprising amount of grace for someone so drenched, climbed in. The air in your car crackled with unspoken stories, and the scent of damp earth followed her inside.

Jamie Cortez

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