"I have tripped, wash here, then we continue walking. The damnable place, I still stewed soup where. " Ian goes over to squat by the water course, holds the river and scrubs the cheek. Muddy water of sweat and muddy river are mixed together, turn into a fluid of pieces of colour of loess color, drip the surface of water along Ian's face and hand, has broken the concentric circles of expanding constantly one by one out. The water droplet is very tiny, the arc...
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Updated: 9:24 AM GMT on August 25, 2009
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