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Later, as the water recedes, the boy and his group descend from their ledge and wade across the frigid, murky stream. The group passes a car driven up the wash earlier in the day. It is buried up to its license plate in thick mud. The boy does not think any of this affects him, but years in the future, he will see a stormy sky while in a canyon only eighteen inches wide and panic, imagining himself consumed by raging water, bludgeoned to death by stone walls and ancient logs well before he has the chance to drown. It will be too easy to imagine raindrops coming down, bouncing off hard, dry earth and coursing downward, funneling toward where the boy is. It will start with just a few, some disappearing into the ground, others caught by plants, but as the number grows, raindrops fall across miles of desert, rivulets form, intertwine, get pushed into washes that become canyons, and turn into a monster eager to devour. The boy will fight to escape confinement as quickly as possible, but it will be unnecessary.
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