Sunday, July 10, 2011

little hut of leaping fishes

...Their legs tremble and they take slow steps, each more careful than the one before, knowing well that one false move could cost them their lives.
Mingzhi notes the signs of hardship: weather-worn faces, shrivelled lips, protruding ribs and collarbones on sunburnt bodies.
These are my people. He feels his scalp itch in the blazing sun.


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