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A drop of water in an endless horizon of mirages.

From darkened underground places, crushing pressure forces purest water to the unseen surface of a hostile desert. Dying of thirst, I soak my garments in this life giving flow, squeezing a drop into my parched mouth, sustaining my heart in this lonely landscape. Not enough to fill my hands, enough to sustain life through an endless horizon of mirages.

Chris August – Starry Night

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