DANIEL KHALASTCHI
HOW WE FOUND WATER:
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You carried on your back had been bruised. Green and blue lightly you moved with short steps. We came to a clearing
fell open ahead. You handed me your hands were dry in your pockets. Before night was coming on slow from the east.
We gathered dry brush grew in ladders around us. You
started a fire had been through recently you said. We laid
down in the soil you pointed to tracks. They stretched across the clearing we heard breaths in the bushes. You came to me your color was healthy. Sick for weeks you studied to eat in the wild. When dark it closed finally we were together
alone. By the fire threw your body tall in a shadow. You
asked for water to wash your hands made small fists as you
ran the dark screaming.
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