Day 5; The preacher

She battles the birds for the morning spotlight
She shelters in shadows when the sun is up high
Her language is foreign, but it’s clear, she declares the end time is nigh
But she’s been there at that same spot since we left here
It’s been eight hours clear
And the other side of me couldn’t help but diagnose her …

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