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    We had forgotten


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    the sound of thunder,


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    the feel of cold rain.


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    Our landscape—


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    scorched by sun’s


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    constant heat,


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    birthed wild fires.


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    Now, we sit


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    in ashes.


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    Vultures,


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    with singed wings,


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    circle overhead.


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    After so much loss


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    we refuse to be carrion,


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    We stand—


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    We walk—


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    toward a future


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    that only our hope


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    can reveal.