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Out in the desert I met a man, he looked familiar yet it escaped me he seems friendly but I was cautious, he didn't say a word still I understood him...and there was peace. I continued on my voyage, an atmosphere of the unknown enveloped the path, where did it come from? where is it going? I saw a figure, another man, trees growing out of the bare sand, surrounding  us, they blocked the path. What is going on? I asked the man,  he shrugged his  shoulders. Rain is coming I cannot see the man is fading but I feel reassured that everything will be alright. He winked, dissapeared... I feel calm relaxed -- message acknowledged. I was transported to the city, a true concrete jungle. I feel close to home although I don't recognize any of the streets, buildings, sidewalks. No one around for directions except for a friendly face, a soothing smile, a passionate voice. This time a storm approaches, it is unescapable, I'm completely blind and growing desperate. His touch startles me but I feel comfort, care, and a promise. My sight returning the name is gone. Looking around I see all three together, I joined, where are we going? We are there...!
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
REDEMPTION...by Jules
Out in the desert I met a man, he looked familiar yet it escaped me he seems friendly but I was cautious, he didn't say a word still I understood him...and there was peace. I continued on my voyage, an atmosphere of the unknown enveloped the path, where did it come from? where is it going? I saw a figure, another man, trees growing out of the bare sand, surrounding  us, they blocked the path. What is going on? I asked the man,  he shrugged his  shoulders. Rain is coming I cannot see the man is fading but I feel reassured that everything will be alright. He winked, dissapeared... I feel calm relaxed -- message acknowledged. I was transported to the city, a true concrete jungle. I feel close to home although I don't recognize any of the streets, buildings, sidewalks. No one around for directions except for a friendly face, a soothing smile, a passionate voice. This time a storm approaches, it is unescapable, I'm completely blind and growing desperate. His touch startles me but I feel comfort, care, and a promise. My sight returning the name is gone. Looking around I see all three together, I joined, where are we going? We are there...!
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Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
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