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Only one of my best friends is left. I can’t decide if we are determined
or ignorant.
The days have all rolled into one tiring experience.
Sun, heat and dust.
I am back on the bus going home. Suddenly, something is different.
The bus starts to slow and I look outside. The scenery looks the same
to me, but I can tell that something has changed. All the normal
sounds on the bus are different. The children have gone quiet, and
there is a new noise that has entered the bus and captured everyone’s
attention. What is different and what does it mean?
Without warning the bus stops, the doors creak open and we all
emerge. I amthe first one out. Then something extraordinary happens.
A single droplet lands on my arm.
I look up, and I see hope.
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Hope
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