LIVING

You walk down the long path that seems to have no end, it is plain and sandy. The dust flies into your eyes and throat, making you cough. As you walk you see something buried in the sand, it's a metal flask of water, you seem to have just remembered how thirsty you were. The water is cold and refreshing, you drink fast, it rejuvenates you momentarily, but as you begin to walk again you feel a weight in your stomach, seeming to pull you down further towards the sand.

The path seems to have grown longer, you wonder if there is an end at all. The sun beats down on you, forming little beads of sweat on your brow, they sting your eyes as they fall. As you keep walking forward down the path you question if you are even moving. You wonder if you should turn back. Just as you are about to turn, you see yet another metal flask of water in the sand. Next to it lies a sack of fresh bread.

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