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frost to the eye, florescent light on cement cold to the touch even when the weather's mercilessly hot, nights as thick as mesh steel screens (humidity) that water we never see or hear running but walk to to drink from, still feeling thirsty
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
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frost to the eye, florescent light on cement cold to the touch even when the weather's mercilessly hot, nights as thick as mesh steel screens (humidity) that water we never see or hear running but walk to to drink from, still feeling thirsty
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 9:43 PM UTC
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