In a dry forlorn place mother and child wander Nibbling at the straw left behind by the millet harvest Before the dry spell changes a hostile world into an inferno The sun smothers the adobe houses and bleaches all colors into red The horizon meets the sky somewhere always further as you walk your walk […]
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