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My brother had a brilliant yellow umbrella with a handle that was a roughly
textured orange, the color of a chicken's foot. The umbrella itself was
a small sun and we gloated beneath that sun in our artificial heat, huddled
together because it was so small it hardly covered one person. Sometimes
Demeter would join us and we would stand in the thunderstorm together, the
yellow light glowing down on us, the rain hissing, wetting our backs, the
faint rumble raising the hairs on the back of our necks. I wish I could
pull that umbrella out of my mind and open it for you. It is a perfect example
of primitive happiness.
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