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It's the desert.
With broken lips and cracked skin, you walk.
You fold your head beneath your arms to shield your eyes from the cutting winds. Looking up only reveals a flat monotonous horizon. From morning to sundown there is no break in light and heat. As darkness falls, you only hope that rest catches you quickly before the cold can haunt you.
Hunger stabs at your stomach. You choke down the bitter roots dug out from beneath the sand, sip from the hands of a cactus leaving you just unsatisfied.
There is a longing here beyond the physical that aches. You pray you’ll find hope beyond the desert. All you can do is walk and eat and rest and wait for tomorrow. There's no guarantee you'll ever make it beyond the end.
But. There is beauty in the midst of the sea. Yellow flowers soft hue sits settled in the sand. You wouldn't notice if your head wasn't always tucked down. You would only trample them if there was anything else to see. Here though, in this particular circumstance, you notice them, the intricacy, the elegance of the stem, the gradient of color. As you walk you notice the subtle variance from one flower to the next. As each flower graces your eyes you feel the wetted tongue of joy spark dimly inside you. This becomes your new standard - to notice these flowers. It's all you have.