Monday, January 11, 2010
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This time, he does not dream, and when he wakes, he is not disoriented. He is completely refreshed, except for his hunger and his thirst. But it has rained during the night, and water for him to drink has collected in the hollow of a large nearby stone. The wilderness glows in the light of morning, and the fire that he has built at the edge of his shelter still smokes from its embers. He needs food. And then he needs to... to what?... the appropriate verb eludes him... to find? someone.
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