The rain fell, hoped upon with no need of expectation, food for thorns and roses. Only a tree of leaves and lanterns to umbrella the way before and after the planting of seeds.
Be still and listen
One day I will tell you a story
December 1979, Seeb, Oman; our world is on edge, warriors, families, and sandwich makers kids plan and wait and wait and plan, a home brew.
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