Parched dry, withered without water–death arrives. Hard words, hard realities. Yet we watch the plants strain and revive. Rooted, they adapt. Why can’t people do the same?
Parched dry, withered without water–death arrives. Hard words, hard realities. Yet we watch the plants strain and revive. Rooted, they adapt. Why can’t people do the same?
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