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May 21
Barren land!
Alone
in a
desolate
place.
Hot
dusty
world
devoid
of comfort.
Contact.
Ending
on a
sour
note.
Not
how it
began.
Green
bountiful
full of
promise.
Much to
learn.
Yet
possibilities
abound.
The journey
begins.
*** holes,
pitfalls
along
the way.
Walking
into
walls.
Move
around
continue
on.
Undaunted,
pres­sing on.
Locked doors.
Wrong
turns.
Pettiness.
Fall down.
Get up.
Fall down.
Get up.
Left, right
decisions
to make.
Paths
forward.
Which one?
Hourglass
shape,
sand passing
through.
No going
back.
Wrong
path.
Now
what?
Time
running
out.
Soon.
End of
the road.
Hot dusty
desolate
road.
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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