A man comes up. Something about his patchwork coat bothers me, but the stitching's very fine.
"Of course," I say, and dip the tin cup that stands by the well in the bucket I've pulled up and pass it to him. "Have you travelled far?"
I look down the road and see a woman approaching, a bundle against her chest that could be a baby and a little girl by her side. It's more people than I've seen in days, I think.
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Date: 2011-03-13 09:35 pm (UTC)"Of course," I say, and dip the tin cup that stands by the well in the bucket I've pulled up and pass it to him. "Have you travelled far?"
I look down the road and see a woman approaching, a bundle against her chest that could be a baby and a little girl by her side. It's more people than I've seen in days, I think.