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Submitted to Contest #186
In the afternoon shade, the flowers wilted. The sun could not reach them here underneath the long limbs of the great oak tree. To what ends, I wondered, did one have to go to be safe from the world? Was it enough that the sun was trying? Some of its warmth struck through gaps between the leaves above. I reached for the flowers amidst the mossy roots. Like the purple petals, my fingers fell and curled. They were dry and cracked, feeling akin to my sandpaper throat. When had I last drank water? I couldn’t remember, but I couldn’t find the will...
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