I KNOW I’LL SEE YOU TOMORROW — m&g

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SYDNEY WYATT

[i]we lay here for years or for hours | your hand in my hand | so still and discreet | so long we become the flowers | we'd feed well the land | and worry the sheep | and they'd find us in a week | when the cattle show fear | after the insects have made their claim | after the foxes have known our taste

Sydney had to admit that he was recent, but not brand new. He had been here a few days, maybe, once he had word of it. Now, he stood among the small group, his big, straw hat tipping over his forehead as he tried to block the sun from his eyes. He adjust his overalls on his shoulders, nodding his head slightly to Faustus and Josiah. It took the young boy a moment to realize what Josiah was going on about -- he knew, well, somewhat, that they were brothers, before it hit him and he snickered into his shoulder as he tightened the overalls strap.

"My name's Sydney," he spoke up after Josiah, a slight southern accent on the edge of his words.