Rio Muerto

The river had been dry as long as I’d been in town, but the old men still sat under the palms along the riverbank and flicked their cigarette butts into the sand where the water used to flow. “Ashes to ashes,” they said, and laughed. They had a word for the drought: La Bruja, they […]

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