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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Leslie Newton

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She was the oldest—
skin like the desert with its deep, spider lines,
and eyes like the fog in the dawn.
We sat in the dust
and pooled around her knees
as she told us stories
of clouds pregnant with rain.
You could smell wet in the air, she said.

It can rain, she said. Remember,
it can.