:18:00
The wood rots and so does the sand.
:18:04
Soil came out of a ceiling
rich enough to grow cucumbers in.
:18:13
Forget it. It doesn't matter.
:18:31
More?
:18:32
Thanks, no.
:18:38
Thank you very much.
:18:50
This is terrible!
:18:54
When it's windy...
:18:57
...the sand piles up
a foot or two in one night.
:19:36
See, even the bedding's damp.
:19:41
The others?
:19:45
Your family?
:19:47
I'm alone.
:19:57
Last year, a storm swallowed up
my husband and child.