Trees upon trees. But no water. No water in sight, and I am desperate for it. As I stagger in hopes of discovering some, I keep tumbling down into the dry dirt. As I gaze above from the dirt, I see the bright sun. Reminiscing about how I have always loved the sun, but not today. How I wish I could see the beautiful, dreary, dark clouds soaked with water. “I can see it, the top. Finally, water.” And as I stumble to the top of the mountain, I see trees upon trees. But no water. No water in sight.
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