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rough riding
I'm finding myself sailing across a sea of sand and cactuses. I can't feel the grinding against the boat. I cant tell how dry and hot it is as the sun shines. And when the sun goes down, I don't notice of the very cold air that wraps it's blanket around me. I float on and dream of when I'll actually reach water. Where the wrinkles will be smoothed out and I will be free to go in any direction. It will happen one of these days, but not today, and not tomorrow. Sailing on blue water, such a dream come true. The desert is getting deeper and hotter. The ride is getting rougher. Wish I could just stop everything and transplant myself where I wish to be.
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