
Water, in both cases, beading up on their noses. Falling in large drops from dirty strands of uncut hair. It lands in the sand between and among the myriad of footprints. I watch their sweat evaporating out of the earth and meeting the clouds high above.
I think about the three forms of water and realize the sweat falling from my brow. I too am in the clouds.
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