The grass is dry. Pasto weak without the possibility of rebirth. Queen walks
resigned. Jarillas weeds and survive only in a cracked soil. Queen starts
some weeds and pulled away. The sun is
strong.
looms on the horizon a cloud. The Queen looks. Black eyes, those of the Queen.
The cloud dissolves.
Queen away.
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Ivan Iannamico
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