February 19, 2015

“You were the first to feel the rain. Before this moment, everything was dry and cracked. When the wind blew, acrid dust came scouring across naked faces, leaving thick red rashes in its wake. Every breath was painful and the lungs were as dusty as the ground. In that time, you collected the dust in your hands and squeezed it hard, believing that you could make water from stone.”

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