What’s that you carry in the tangled bag?
It’s a kitten I rescued from a bridge.
Why does it rattle and hiss?
Wake up, you are dreaming.
Why have you not brought water for so long?
The well is broken and cannot be repaired.
How, then, shall we live?
Wake up, wake up.
Our table is barren. All doors slammed shut.
We were both so thirsty.
But we could not drink.
We both were starved.
But we would not feast.
Though all wells are broken,
beneath earth and stones, water lives.
Wake up.
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