schuylergrace

By schuylergrace

Thirsty

As the unrelenting desert sun beats down upon him, the lone man crawls slowly toward his only hope, a mirage in the distance. When I saw this dying cactus, my first impression was of the stereotypical image of a dying man crawling through the desert, using his last ounce of energy to find even a drop of water.

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