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... up to the disappearing sun in the distance. I recognize the terrain around me and know I'm almost back at the village.
As I get closer to home, I can’t help but think about whatever stew mother has made tonight. After three days of near-constant running, coupled with a few biscuits and rubbery strips of jerky, I’m ready to eat a real meal for a change.
I slow down to a jog when I finally reach the village. The setting sun over our small village provides a beautiful canvas of oran ...
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