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Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Watering the Horse

A sad sulk over the smoked wood stretched across the room.
Hey, Daddy Proud. I'm thirsty.
Another glass tipped with water swirls over the hollow slide.
Hey, Daddy Proud. I'm thirsting.
A third brimming water flits across the bar.
Hey, Daddy Proud. I'm empty.

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