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The poem man sits crosslegged in the sand beside the well watching the flashing red lights of the emergency vehicle fading into the distance.
The night is cold but he is warmed by the many layers of bandages that cover his wounds. He looks deep into the starry sky, into time itself, hoping for a sign.
He is waiting for instructions.
The poem man sits crosslegged in the sand beside the well watching the flashing red lights of the emergency vehicle fading into the distance.
The night is cold but he is warmed by the many layers of bandages that cover his wounds. He looks deep into the starry sky, into time itself, hoping for a sign.
He is waiting for instructions.
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