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Six Word Story (75)

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How thirsty the earth is in drought.

But that thirst is only quenched when dark clouds form, and sprinkle us with tears.

Futile regions know a healthy share of gloom. Still, they are lush, despite the lack.

©2022 Mary Grace van der Kroef

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