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Nights like these when the moon floats on the creek, all pale and swollen, I try to sleep without dreaming of a small child, still and not breathing, like a leaf felled too soon during the season of the monsoon rains, heavy as the pain of a father looking here and there, everywhere for a daughter somewhere in all of this water.
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
Kerala
Nights like these when the moon floats on the creek, all pale and swollen, I try to sleep without dreaming of a small child, still and not breathing, like a leaf felled too soon during the season of the monsoon rains, heavy as the pain of a father looking here and there, everywhere for a daughter somewhere in all of this water.
Donations needed for survivors of the flooding in the Indian state of Kerala. Here is one place you can donate: https://www.donatekart.com/seva_kitchen/kerala-seva/#/
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Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
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