She trudged, wearily, to Jacob’s Well at noon. The empty water jar multiplied her heavy steps in the Middle Eastern, almost-desert sun beat down on her head.
Everyone else had the sense to sleep now, to stay indoors, to avoid this weight of glory. But she had forsaken everyone else long ago, carefully avoiding the mornings and the evenings, the
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Thanks for the link to Second Terrace.
Wow.
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