I stared so long at the river that it stood still, and I flowed fast upstream.
The desert – the desert is coming, one grain at a time.
The river shifts south, to let it pass.
But the desert has other – desires.
a daily microfiction from Terence Kuch
I stared so long at the river that it stood still, and I flowed fast upstream.
The desert – the desert is coming, one grain at a time.
The river shifts south, to let it pass.
But the desert has other – desires.
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