The only solice in my solitude was the hope that the heavens would open up and fill my well to feed me. Brains, thunder, and storm trickle down: the relief of a thousand hungry stomachs, now full.

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The only solice in my solitude was the hope that the heavens would open up and fill my well to feed me. Brains, thunder, and storm trickle down: the relief of a thousand hungry stomachs, now full.

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