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Jun 2014
I know there will come a time where the only moisture will run out, and the ground will crack and crumble

And we will have to leave from this eternal drought- in this land many have called home

In two or two-hundred years- would we still have the one thing to nourish our bodies and repair the crusted soil?
L
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L  NM
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