The Journey

Slowly we crawl our way
Through the sun-burnt, gritty stones
A rock here, a stick there
We are scalded by the scorched sand
We trudge our way to the all to inviting
Sea. It is slimy- dirty fish and grime.
Ice cold water splinters our feet
The journey is hard.
The water is contaminated.
That is more complex than we thought.





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