Very low clouds appear as proof of extreme atmospheric pressure, ahead of a brief downpour in the suburbs where a few minutes before you met a woman studying water cures between the legs of the river Tigris. A uniformed man makes a pitch for a box of readymade meals. Everything blows up and then you are covered in the smell of violence, dust, and crud, and finally low hanging rain soaks color back into the air just enough at least before setting about somewhere else.
rheim alkadhi | ريم القاضي 
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