There is a story and it goes like this. There is a tower of brick and stone, raised up like a mountain. Its peak puts holes in the bottoms of clouds. A princess sits by the window at the top, and she ... [+]
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When there is no water left, we'll leave. Until then, we ration what we pull from the well. Three-quarters of a bucket for drinking (a full one when the day gets above 90 degrees, which is happening more and more now), half a bucket for cleaning (the house, the dishes, our bodies) every three days, a quarter bucket for cooking. We measure our days in buckets.Adaline is in charge of the bucket. Sometimes it makes me hate her. But Mother has said Adaline is most exacting, the least prone to daydreaming. It was Adaline, after all, who marked the increments in blue paint.We had to say goodbye to t