I feel like I am on the edge
of a fresh spring.
dying of thirst.
I see it. I smell it. It is in reach, even.
but my arm won't move.
my legs won't budge.
No matter how much I believe,
no matter how much I stretch.
I want water.
for me. for my dying family.
we thirst.
I know the solution.
but we can't get close enough to drink.
I am stuck.
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