My feet are swollen
The heat hits me in the face
like a roaring ocean hits the rocks.
I get off the bus and into
the noisy rest stop.
The heat comes over us
with a gentle breeze.
We eat, we wait, we laugh.
As time goes by
I begin to get scared.
And meet my partner:
Pavel is short and odd.
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