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Flashes of lightning paint the sky. The loud roar of clouds above me urge me to walk faster. As I inhale the mist of precious rain, I am stopped by a gap in my trail. Dry dirt blowing across my filthy face blocked my view of the problem. It smelled worthless. It smelled vile. Covered in half dark burned trashed, the coyote layed gorged out. While distracted, a group of coyote approached me from the back. The growls of the pack startled me around.

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Day 5 without any food or water, stranded.

I awake to the violent shout of the wind rushing over me, as I use every ounce of strength remaining in me to prop myself up to digest the surrounding area. My hands sink down into the soft yet harsh sand, I start to believe that this is the end. I fall back into the sand, launching small particles in my tear-glazed eye. There is no hope anymore. I close my eyes and I let out a hysterical shriek, This desert is where I will die. With my ear bathing in the sand, I can feel vibrations getting louder as the sun was setting. Then out of the sand, an human like figure emerges from the depths of the sea of sand, pointing into the distance. His spider-like legs constructed from wood plant deep into the ground. Am I going insane? Maybe, but what if this creature is right and humanity is just a few miles away. Either way I will not stop, until I drop dead on the cold sand or reach the warmth of society.

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I can't feel the ground any more. I've lost all sense of touch past my torso and sight as I blindly wander around this dusty plain. There is something sinister in the air. I can only hope it is merely a storm. The wind whips against the skin that is still bare. I can hear the distant forest, and I try to pick up my pace so as to get away from it faster, but I feel I'm going in circles. I can't even tell if I am really moving. All I can smell is the sweat from my brow and the dust in the wind constantly moving with me. I'm not sure where I'm headed or where I am, but I won't stop running until I'm far away from that cursed forest.

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That overwhelming smell of a storm brewing slams into my lungs, making each breath I take more difficult than the last. I feel my muscles screaming in agony, willing me to lay down on the hot, dry sand and let my eyes rest. I cannot stop, however. I must push myself out of these arid lands, before the arkness in the sky overtakes me.

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My background runs deep like the roots of an oak. Man sees me as man but my meaning runs deeper, I cannot be broken easily. For my soul is bigger and deeper than what you see. I persevere through the storm with meaning and purpose.

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I am the man. As I am looking around the horizon, I can feel the dry dirt and small rocks in every step. I struggle to maintain balance with the walking stick baring most of my weight. The cool wind blows against my body, and the sky is turning darker as a storm is forming.

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The dry wind hits my face as I tread through the barren desert. Every step I take, the more the sand burns my tired aching feet. The sun slowly blistering my back every step I take into the vast opening. My dry mouth yearns for just one cold drop of water, just to quench my thirst. My only hope is to make it out of here before night falls and the dangerous creatures begin to crawl.

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I’m watching this man struggle as he’s doing the simple task of walking. Sweat dripping from his brow his muscles groaning as he walks through the blazing hot sand. The old rugged beaten up stick bending as he applies pressure to it. He’s working like a dog just to walk. His legs have been replaced by the growing roots of a tree. The dark angry clouds staring down for there is chance of rain.

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I am the ground. I feel the weight of the world upon me. I am dried, cracked and washed away with a strong wind. I am foundation for the weak. Constantly pounding, I hear the footsteps of those who have walked over me. I have life coming out of me, growing with the sun. I feel the cold and cloudiness, as the rain is surely coming.

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As I’m walking through the dry sand, I start to get tired and dehydrated. It is hot and is getting humid as well because it will soon rain. My legs are weak and feel dead do to endless walking.

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The gloomy sky looks down on the thing that walks the desert. The rumbles of the sky asking the figure, “what are you?”, without getting an answer. The heat of the desert masked by the dark and foreboding clouds, like the cover of a book. The absence of green like the absence of a mother for a small child.

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The endless search continues, dry and sandy as everything leads up to this, the bellowing sky makes my heart tremble. The sulfur in the air burns my nose, adding to the pain in my raw and aching feet, never knowing if I'll ever find it the sky yells for me to stop. The presence of my shadow also hold me back as my aching muscles rip making it even harder to walk. It all came to this, for I have not yet found that warm, crisp and clear water of mine, a dream of bliss and comfort that pushes me to encounter my problems.

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As I trek throug

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As I walk through this warm arid desert. Feeling the dry air parch my lips, I feel stuck as if I’m a tree in the ground using anything it probe my way out. Using this rugged stick as my guide through the scorching sand. Thunder booms as I feel my way seeking shelter.

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I am the support. I feel as you feel beneath your feet. We feel the dust of the dirt and remains of the past. The weather around us is grey, and there is a tension in the air. I feel a storm coming. You lean on me and my back cracks as you take another step. I bend but never break for you. The firm grip of your hand at the top of my body feels like help. YOU need help. Every so often I feel the coarse hair on your arms brush against my wood. There is wind and you are struggling. I can feel your racing pulse as you grip me. The blood pumping, I can hear it. It’s ringing in your ears isn’t it? I will not break. I am your support, holding up your tired, weary body, to walk on the sand of our predecessors.

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I smell the night air as it is creeping around me. My branches are making marks in the sand as I glide across it smoothly. I can hear something like an animal creeping towards me. It is almost as if I am the prey being chased. The wind is hitting my face as I struggle to make it to the other side.