I come here every morning, at the edge of our hillside village to look over the edge. Our green valley -- my favorite view.
7/23/07
It started with just one, I swear
But I couldn't stop and now my belly's so full I can't possibly move until tomorrow morning.
MUST have it...
Water. We will, we must keep going across this wasteland until we reach it.
Labels:
anguish,
bw,
micro-story,
snails,
wood
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