Hope

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The sun directly overhead
Walk no more
Nothing but emptiness
Hot
Hungry
Tired
Thirsty
Looking around
To make sure he wasn’t imagining
He hurried toward it
There wasn’t any water
It was a mirage
Shimmering waves
Heat rising
Off the dry rising ground

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