Blacks transform over time to whites, pure whites. Inundating the surrounding ground, relentlessly blowing in from the north.

Grown men crumble under its tenacity, scurrying from car, to door, to room, to shelter. Where once the waters provided a calm, now they provide an unwelcome distraction.

Trudge. Anywhere. Quickly.

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