The ferry

(Drinking water near the ruins of a pasture
The sun is hot again
I stand under a tree with the cig in my mouth )

House in the war zone with dust and wild mannerisms, I was dirty, dirty. A kid in slime. There, on the streets, walking the desperation, the walk of loss.
The odor of enclosed rooms, the badly ventilated diners. Half-crazy eyes staring at us.

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