I woke up in the dark. The water had dripped onto my face and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. Another drop replaced it. I showed up and got to work.
The rain had been on and off for days, and today had started as a light mist in the afternoon, turning into a steady drizzle as we reached camp. We were sitting by the fire drying our socks: one side dried in the heat while the other took water from the sky. …
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