Sam

The two of us. Our treads are worn. We are stained with the mud of the Seine, a brown river that flows from the heights of Dijon. What grows from us. Something pink and phototropic. Sam was here. That’s all. Samuel. The last of the Hebrew judges and anointer David and Saul.

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