08-10-2022, 07:19 AM
The river beside Reclaimed Roots.
From the river he drank—
And from the river he came.
Weak-limbed and weary-headed.
Shaking.
The moon overhead waxing, growing, almost full. Its light filtered between the trees. The grass and dirt cold and wet. Wet, because it was cold. Cold, because it was wet.
The grasshoppers chirped and sang.
Repetitive sound and repetitive song.
And from the river he came.
Weak-limbed and weary-headed.
Shaking.
The moon overhead waxing, growing, almost full. Its light filtered between the trees. The grass and dirt cold and wet. Wet, because it was cold. Cold, because it was wet.
The grasshoppers chirped and sang.
Repetitive sound and repetitive song.
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His throat was wet.
Wet, with the sick.
Sharp and acidic and a pang—cramping, curling, twisting—inside his stomach.
He stumbled.
Wet, with the sick.
Sharp and acidic and a pang—cramping, curling, twisting—inside his stomach.
He stumbled.
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