All day I faced the barren waste without the taste of
water
Cool
Clear
Water....
Old Dan and I, with throats burned dry and souls that cry for
water
Cool
Clear
Water....
58 hours and counting ....
Ok, ok - I exaggerate. I've tasted water today, I have had water to drink. Thank God for that! Maybe it will actually come out of the faucet tomorrow instead of from the supermarket down the street, or the water truck in the yard. Hope springs (springs! get it?) eternal!
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