a woman is picking lice
from her son's head
beside her
another woman breastfeeds
her newborn
our taxi passed there
the fat woman beside me
wished
that she had her camera with her
a man plows the nearby field
another man fishes on the river
the fields are green and the skies are gray
the road is muddy and the rain seems
to be forever
the hut is too small for two families
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