Dirt under my feet,
I walk through the woods, praying,
Looking for the creek.
As I close my eyes,
I feel the wind on my face,
Stoking the embers.
A fire burning
In my soul, searching for peace.
The creek is ahead.
Hoping for relief,
I splash water on my face.
The fire settles.
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