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Where do we come from and where are we going?
What you see above the clouds are the last words of the souls of dying people.
Sweat drips down from the burning thirst.
In the sky, black birds circle around, waiting for the moment when they might die.
The rumbling steps soon sank into the sand, and I lost my balance. My body fell into the sand. Before I could taste the rough, gritty powder in my mouth, lethargy engulfed my body.
Alas, I might as well res ...
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