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On the horizon, almost home, were cold-static heat waves, making his hut seem like a floating impertinence. The only corners of it pointed in unclear directions. He didn’t yet know where his late wife had been assigned a burial. The safety team didn’t know more than he knew.

The Milk of the Earth
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Annelise Lords
Annelise Lords

Written by Annelise Lords

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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635

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