Rosewater Oasis By the power of Ra,

the preacherman had a memory.

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he stepped in the slow way of the unafraid. of the oblivious (which he was not).

first he came to where the lake was narrowest, and where on the other shore stood a man black as himself - although sunlit instead of sunset.

then he tested his gums for a smile, and they cracked dry and bled.

and then he spoke (with a good grin):

'fternoon, sir! mind i take a sip?