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Samuel rails at his clay jar his thirst, at those who live with faucets, he drags his jar behind him though sweetly painted in ochres and olives, its heaviness fills his thoughts his hands, impedes his progress and sometimes the jar breaks Leah’s unpainted jar is heavier but she comes to it singing, she upswings the water-weight onto her head it drives into her uprightness faucet-women and Samuel could not contemplate its driving, but Leah the water-fetcher is a ribbon of grace, she walks curvingly, her hands are free for her life, Leah is busy with life |
| Nic Sebastian hails
from Arlington, Virginia and travels widely. Her work has appeared or
is forthcoming in publications such as Lily, The Adroitly Placed Word, River Walk
Journal, Mannequin Envy, Blue Fifth Review, Avatar Review and
others. She has two sons. Visit her blog at Very Like A Whale.
email: nic_sebastian@hotmail.com
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