We grew food here…
…even after…
…the rains stopped coming.
We had a river.
I could still see it…
[The grave marker 1868-1939 belongs to the old man pictured later.]
…if I closed my eyes.
Maybe we could ask for help…
…from our neighbors…
…but they had to leave too.
He built this farm long before I was born.


[This is the man buried along the river, earlier.]
We couldn’t leave.
But if we stayed we would die.


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To be continued…
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