A telephone call

A gathering Of minds, of hearts.

Meeting at the Well. To be repaired and hydrated and lashes of water spurt across our dry, arid cheeks.

Long, needy tongues stretch out to catch the dripping droplet. A droplet of shared experience of being here together and knowing each other’s thirst and relief.


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