MY DAMP HAIR LIES STRANGLED forward my sweaty shoulders.

MY DAMP HAIR LIES STRANGLED forward my sweaty shoulders. The air around me overlays every bit of me with heat, and continues to terminate in on me. My hair clings and knots forward my swirly tie-dyed top. It swirls along with the oranges, red and goldens

As we vaunt up and down along the dusty gray, brown southern African road, pictures of my father and sister far away brag along with my stomach.

unexpectedly the car stops, my mind begins to swirl with thoughts: Did we break down? This can't be convenient

My aunt's polished voice bounces out of the car with her tall dark corpse The dust shines ...

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