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When the River Runs Dry

I’m only human


The ground is dry, so dry that cracks have painted themselves across the barren landscape, big ones branching into millions of feathery interruptions in the dirt. This used to be the river, and, according to the map, I suppose that it still is…but there is no water here. The world is ruled by emptiness and sky.



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Divorced, biracial woman | 23 going on 65 | Editor for Out of the Woods | I write to heal myself and others | Support me at