Until the Nile itself becomes a god.

(And an end-of-season sale on original art!)

The White Nile and the Blue Nile meet in Khartoum, a city poor in rain. The White Nile carries light, gray sediments from the Equatorial Lakes. It takes its time. It chooses float plains. It waits to see how the hippos run on its floor, how the mothers leave their herd to birth their babies alone. It sips on the song of the fish eagles and caries them g…