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Wandering
The sun became unbearable upon the end of my second day without water.
Water fell all around, each blessed drop crashing down upon my agonized skin.
Skin tormented by the heat of the day.
Day turns to night.
Night seems to last forever, a lone dog howling in the distance.
Distance crossed only when the traveler carries water, and knows the destination.
Destination, such a simple idea I lost.
Lost like the jeweled beetles in the sands.
Sands of time and the sands of life drift in and out of balance.
Balance I lost and gained.
Gained everything lost and found.
Found shriveled up, the sand filling the recesses of my body.
Body now a mummy.
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