| one_desert_crossed | ||
| blueberries |
to her lips, cracked, crusted, and bleeding onto the sticky tongue, she brings the wooden cup of water with trembling hands, spilling more than half down the stinging sun-baked flesh of her heaving chest. muslin shirt turned into a head dress as a final effort to stop the burning, the relentless fly-biting demise of remembering what it was once like to be alive. this is one desert crossed. one distance closed. one horizon reached. she collapses. eyes shut to pain. waking to weakness, not able to accept she has yet another before her. |
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| .fallen | one of many points along the path | 040227 |
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| jimmy | and another begun | 040227 |