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Matthew Caretti

Water Witching

Somewhere a typhoon. A tropical storm. A hurricane. But here the waterbirds circle a desiccated pond. The villagers scout a dying spring. Together we dig ever deeper in search of our essential element. Of some shared future.

parched sunset
slow swivel
of the dowsing rods


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