Distant cragsdecorate horizon,promise rising hopeto come. Someday. Now?Parched, skeletal limbscoated in windswept powderaching for quench. Sigh. White knuckles,fingers clench.Distance,hither to yonder unknown, creeping longerwith every step.Scent of decay waftsspring evening breeze. Soulsappingisolation.
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