lost

The water in the cast iron kettle was just not enough for the tea. 

We were trying to survive here. 

We were dying of thirst here, but boiling the water reduced its volume until there was some to wet our tongues and

not much else. 

That, and it was bitter, but we 

swallowed our small portions between our thin lips and you put your arm around my waist,

maybe to get some of my warmth. 

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