Maybe God Will Help Us
The wind that blows away the rubbish
Calling it the dry season is understatement at best. Even in the best of years, rivers dry up until their trails are just sandy reminders of the streams that used to carry life. This soil is kissed by the Kalahari, dusted over by the winds blowing from the desert. Even the plants here have become aggressive to survive. The trees sprout long white thorns, slender incisors that bite into the flesh of inattentive beasts. The grass has learned to tunnel, so that when it is broken and fallen like hay on the ground, it can grab any drop of moisture and start twisting its base like a screwdriver to planet itself again.
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